A hotpot meal lasted nearly two hours, water was added again and again, bubbling strongly, then the water level lowered, and then Zhou Yun continued to add water. It was almost 9 PM when Zhou Yun finally turned off the stove and stood up to start cleaning up the table.
One must also stay up late for the New Year.
Zhou Yun got herself a bottle of sparkling wine to drink alone.
After all, there was no work tomorrow, and she could let herself sleep in bed till she naturally woke up.
Her mobile phone buzzed now and then.
They were blessings from WeChat friends she had added over the past half a year.
They were not sent in bulk; each one was carefully edited.
Zhou Yun replied to each one.
After she had replied to almost all the messages, Zhou Yun suddenly felt something was missing.
But she couldn't figure out what it was exactly.
It took her a while before Zhou Yun realized what she kept feeling was missing.
Song Chi hadn't sent her a message yet.
