Du Xiaoxian opened her eyes, and what imprinted on her eyes were the man's deep eyes, thick ink deep and bottomless, like the deepest trench in this world, making her fall in at once.

"Happy New Year, baby." The man smiled, his voice a little low.

Du Xiaoxian asked, "What time is it?"

"Just now ..."

The firecrackers sounded again, one more intense than the other, drowning out the men's voices, and Du Xiaoxian knew it was twelve o'clock, and that families were setting ...