Shen Yuan held Li Zhi's hand, its warmth chasing away the chill of the winter night.
Their steps were light as they made their way along the village paths.
Soon enough, Shen Yuan spotted Yang Yishui's familiar car parked in the shadows outside a yard.
Shen Yuan pulled Li Zhi over, a smug, show-off expression on his face as he jerked his chin toward the trunk.
"Hey, sis! Pop the trunk!"
Yang Yishui and her younger cousin were in the car playing on their phones. When they saw the two of them arrive, a teasing look immediately spread across her face.
"Ohooo—"
She deliberately drew out her words. "So, what kind of 'strategic supplies' are you picking up this late at night?"
With a BEEP, the trunk lid unlocked and began to rise slowly.
Li Zhi peered inside curiously, and her eyes instantly widened at the sight that greeted her.
The back seat, along with the entire trunk, was practically drowned in a sea of brightly colored firework boxes!
