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The annual New Year’s Eve is here in a blink of an eye.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Han Jingnian went to the supermarket alone. He bought a lot of New Year's goods and packed seven large bags. He divided it three times before he took it home from the underground parking lot.

He sorted the New Year's goods he bought into the refrigerator one by one, then put on helyikitty's apron and started preparing the New Year's Eve dinner.

Three hours later, a table of New Year's Eve dinner, which was full of colors, fragrance and flavor, was placed on the dining table.

He took off his apron and shouted habitually: "Good night, it's time to eat."

Responding to him was the silence of habit.

Han Jingnian pursed her lips and stood at the dining table for a while. Then she walked to the position where Xia Wan'an once liked to sit, gently pulled the chair away, and then he took a spoon and put it in front of the chair.

Bypassing the dining table and sitting directly opposite that position, Han Jingnian served himself a bowl of soup.

While moving his chopsticks, he picked up chopsticks on the plate opposite from time to time. As he clamped, his fingertips trembled gently.

He suddenly put down his chopsticks, turned his head to look out the window with a fever. After his emotions stabilized, he did not move the chopsticks anymore, but casually lifted his fingertips and slid on the table.

At first, he just slashed randomly, and his fingertips turned into two words: An An.

An, An, An, An...

When he didn't know how many times he had written the name, he suddenly remembered that once when he went home, she was sitting alone in the restaurant for dinner. When he entered the restaurant to get water, he saw the word "Wei" left on her desk. At that time, he wondered what she was writing... Now he finally understood.

What she wrote is not "Wei", but "Han"... Han's "Han" for many years.

On the dining table that day, there were two bowls and chopsticks placed like today. He was also curious about how she used two bowls and chopsticks alone... Now that he had experienced the scene and taste in detail, he understood everything.

During the time when he ignored her, she was like him now, staying silently in this house, swallowed by loneliness, infected by longing, and then using two bowls and chopsticks to create the illusion of him being at home...

“Meow~”

A silly cat cry brought back Han Jingnian's thoughts.

He turned his head and looked at the marble table next to him. The small mirror jumped onto the dining table, squatted beside him, tilting his head and looking at him.

He stretched out his slender and clean fingertips and gently stroked the little mirror's head. The little mirror narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Looking at such a small mirror, Han Jingnian's eyebrows and eyes instantly became warmer. He seemed to see her through the small mirror, and his eyes became gentler. After a while, he slowly stopped when he touched the tip of the small mirror. He stood there for a moment, then his eyes flashed slightly and said, "Little Mirror, I miss her very much."

I miss her very much.

The little mirror seemed to understand what Han Jingnian said, and with a "whip", the whole cat lay listlessly on the dining table.

"Little mirror, I didn't protect her..."

The little mirror turned his head and licked Han Jingnian's palm.

"Little Mirror, are you comforting me? Don't worry, I won't have anything to do... They all thought I woke up because of my grandmother, but it wasn't... I woke up because of her..."
Chapter completed!