C100 Little New Year

On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, the eve of the Lunar New Year's Eve, H City's skies were a muted gray, dotted with the gentle descent of snowflakes—a sight that had become increasingly rare in recent years.

"Yang, what took you so long? I've been waiting forever," Chen Biao greeted Yang Ming with a warm embrace outside the Dream of Paris. Life in Songshan had been treating Chen Biao well