Approaching ten o'clock, the TV and live broadcast images were already basically synchronized.
As the staff took out the fireworks that had been prepared, the eight guests stood up to set them off and formed a line.
Above, the stars were scattered in the deep night sky, and the exploding fireworks lit up half the sky.
Before us were the radiant smiles of lovers and friends.
The camera slowly zoomed out; the aligned eight silhouettes gradually shrank into tiny black dots.
Both the TV and live stream abruptly ended.
"Sister Wan..."
A voice called out, Ye Wan turned around and saw He Sichen waiting in the distance, along with a few indistinct shadows, knowing without a doubt it was Uncle Sala's family.
Ye Wan turned and hugged Luo Xiaoqiao, Zhong Yiduo, and Chen Xia'en, then waved to the four male guests, "I'm off, see you again sometime!"
"Bye Sister Wan!"
"Sister Wan, I've followed you on Weibo, remember to follow back!"
