The evening before New Year's Day, even the hospital became bustling and lively.
The new year was approaching, and everything was once again a brand new beginning, as if a completely new starting point. At this moment, one could eagerly look forward to the new year.
Around six or seven in the evening, fireworks began to be set off continuously.
Jasmine Yale stood on the rooftop of the hospital's high-rise, looking out from the floor-to-ceiling window.
She was looking at the fireworks, but she was even more looking forward to the future.
The fireworks were truly beautiful, bursting in groups, in bunches, colorful, like spring flowers, or like a painting splashed with oil colors, rich and vibrant, dazzling beyond compare.
Jasmine Yale knew that fireworks were a fleeting beauty, but she still liked to watch them.
"Bang," one after another, the fireworks bloomed in the sky, turning the night into day.
