Chapter 60: The Main Text Ends – Getting Married

Chapter 60: The Main Text Ends - Getting Married

Shortly after October, Huo Zong's work schedule returned to normal. The debts of Huo Cong's company had been fully resolved, with some enforced actions taken, and even two properties under Huo Qilin's name were auctioned off.

The contracts originally tied to Huo Cong's company, as expected, all fell into the hands of Huo Corporation. The sudden surge in projects kept Chen Chen swamped, forcing Huo Zong to join in the overtime work.

The baby is now exactly fifteen weeks old, and Jiang Fengmian's belly has slightly bulged, though it's completely hidden under a large coat.

He lounges on the sofa, watching Huo Zong work, his head bobbing like a pecking chicken, gradually lowering.

With a soft thud, Jiang Fengmian's chin lands on something soft, and he drowsily opens his eyes, tears welling up in the corners, hoarsely saying, "Brother."

"Sweetheart, if you're tired, go inside and rest. I have a brief meeting in half an hour and will be working late tonight. Can you handle the cafeteria food? I'll have my assistant bring it over."

"Sure, brother, you focus on your work; I'll be fine."

Jiang Fengmian rubs his eyes, casually popping a grape into his mouth. The sweet flavor explodes on his taste buds, and he stretches his body, sighing contentedly.

Chen Chen reached out to Huo Zong twice, both times about the mineral vein, which is of great interest to the authorities. According to the survey, the vein is even more formidable than Jiang Fengmian had thought.

Lately, Huo Zong has been swamped with this, barely catching a break.

"Little one, little one, your dad now treats me like a national treasure. If you behave, your dad can relax a bit."

A few days ago, Huo Zong woke up in the middle of the night, his back soaked, his cold fingertips touching his neck, as if to confirm he was still breathing.

Jiang Fengmian is deeply concerned. He has no clue how to deal with such situations. If this happens every now and then, how can Huo Zong's body withstand it?

The phone rang.

Jiang Fengmian curiously feels his pocket; the sound seems to be coming from the side of the sofa.

"Hello, Brother Su, Huo Zong is not here right now, what's the matter?"

"Fengmian, nothing much, just that the mechanical butterfly I crafted for you is ready, and I was thinking of coming over for dinner."

Jiang Fengmian's eyes light up, and he modestly says, "That sounds great, Brother Su. How about you come over tomorrow? We're still at the office, buried in work."

"Sure, just let Huo Zong know."

After hanging up, Su Yanchu tuts. Huo Zong is now a big deal. Seeing the reports in the mainstream media, described in four words—shining brightly—the stocks of Huo Corporation have skyrocketed, making Su Yanchu jealous. He must find a way to squeeze some money out of him.

After eating his fill and playing with his phone for a while, Jiang Fengmian notices that Huo Zong still hasn't finished his meeting. He leans against the window; outside, it's completely dark, with neon lights flickering in the distance and a continuous flow of traffic.

Closing his eyes, Jiang Fengmian seems to still smell a faint hint of moisture. He squints and looks carefully; water droplets occasionally slide down the glass—it's raining.

The drizzle adds an extra layer of mystery to the capital's night.

Jiang Fengmian's mood slightly sours. Like Huo Zong, he detests such drizzly weather. His fingertip traces the glass, lightly outlining Huo Zong, and only then does a smile appear at the corner of his lips.

"Sweetheart, have you been waiting long?"

Huo Zong softly embraces Jiang Fengmian from behind, kissing his ear affectionately, and then draws a stick figure on the glass.

"Huo Zong's good little cat."

But it's not a good little cat; Huo Zong has drawn a fierce little cat with claws bared.

"Brother, can you take a normal break tomorrow? Brother Su called and said he made another mechanical butterfly and wants to come over for dinner."

Huo Zong gave a soft hum. Su Yanchu was hoping to enjoy Aunt Wang's cooking, but recently, Aunt Wang had been coming to their house less frequently. Huo Zong was feeling the strain, as he couldn’t keep hiding things forever. Once the baby was born, they would need someone trustworthy to take care of it, and Aunt Wang was the best candidate.

Guess we’ll just have to play it by ear.

Huo Zong subconsciously ignored these matters, always feeling that as long as he didn’t think about them, the painful things wouldn’t happen.

"Come on, kitty, let’s head home."

The moment they stepped into the car, Jiang Fengmian’s heart suddenly ached. He let out a sharp hiss of pain and leaned on Huo Zong, taking his time to recover.

"Jiang Fengmian, are you okay? Should we go to the hospital?"

Jiang Fengmian shook his head, the pain robbing him of words. He clutched at his chest, waiting for the stabbing pain to subside. By then, his bangs were damp with sweat.

"Bro, I’m not sure what happened, but I’m okay now."

Feeling jittery and uneasy, he shoved the car door open and stepped out, ignoring the light rain outside.

"Brother, can we take a different car? I’m not feeling well."

Huo Zong quickly popped open a black umbrella for Jiang Fengmian, his eyes glued to Jiang Fengmian’s pale face. He gently brushed Jiang Fengmian’s flushed brows and eyes.

"We’ll have Chen Chen drive us back. We’ll have the driver garage this car, and we won’t use it anymore."

Jiang Fengmian gave a sullen nod, then playfully nudged Huo Zong’s shoulder, muttering, "Brother, you don’t think I’m being a drama queen, do you? It’s just a car. It’s never been an issue before."

This was indeed the first time. As soon as he got in, his heart started hurting, and his head felt dizzy. But once he left the car, he was fine.

"No, your health comes first. There must be something wrong, or else your heart wouldn’t hurt."

Huo Zong playfully tousled Jiang Fengmian’s hair, then frowned as he instructed the driver, "Take it easy on the way back."

"Yes, Huo Zong."

Chen Chen was still stuck at work, so they would have to wait another ten minutes for him to drive them. Jiang Fengmian pulled Huo Zong back into the Huo Corporation building. Knowing that Jiang Fengmian felt uncomfortable in elevators, they waited in the coffee area of the lobby. Jiang Fengmian closed his eyes slightly, resting his head on Huo Zong’s shoulder.

"Brother, I keep feeling uneasy, like my heart is pounding."

It was as if something was about to happen.

He slowly looked up, meeting Huo Zong’s gaze. "Brother, take a good look at my eyes. Are my eyelids trembling?"

Huo Zong hummed in acknowledgment, gently kissing Jiang Fengmian’s eyelids and stroking his hair, trying to calm him down.

"It’s just normal nerve twitching, nothing to worry about, little cat. Don’t overthink it. There won’t be any problems."

"Okay."

Jiang Fengmian’s gaze remained fixed on Huo Zong’s watch. The second hand ticked away, circling around and around. With a ding, the elevator doors opened, and a figure rushed out.

"Chen Chen."

Chen Chen leaned against a pillar, still shaken. Seeing Huo Zong and Jiang Fengmian safe and sound, he finally relaxed.

His eyes were slightly red, his feet rooted to the ground. When he spoke, his voice wavered slightly.

"Huo Zong, you haven’t gone home yet?"

"No, Jiang Fengmian wasn’t feeling well. His heart started hurting as soon as he got in the car. We’re waiting for you to finish work and drive us back."

Chen Chen clasped his hands together and immediately pulled up his phone to show Huo Zong the live footage of the scene.

It was a car accident scene. Even though the license plate was blurred, Jiang Fengmian recognized it immediately—it was their car.

"This is on South Ring Road. The car had just left the company when the accident occurred. I was working overtime when my phone alerted me that someone I knew nearby was live-streaming. I checked it out, and it turned out to be your car, Huo Zong."

"Have you contacted Xiao Zhang?"

Chen Chen shook his head. The phone kept ringing, but no one answered.

"Huo Zong, the comments say they've already rescued the passengers, but someone died on the spot. It's unclear..."

"Find a way to contact them and find out which hospital they’re at. Tell them we’re family."

Huo Zong’s face turned grim. He gripped Jiang Fengmian’s wrist tightly, his body cold. He couldn’t bear to think—if they had been in the car, would the death toll have risen by two?

"Brother."

Jiang Fengmian’s wrist ached slightly. He squeezed Huo Zong’s hand reassuringly and whispered, "Xiao Zhang will be okay. I can feel it."

He glanced at the car that had hit them, feeling a strange sense of familiarity. He already had a guess in his heart, just waiting for confirmation.

"Huo Zong, we’ve made contact. They’re at Capital Second Hospital. Xiao Zhang has minor injuries and is still in the ER. The initial diagnosis is a fractured rib."

"Let’s go to Capital Second Hospital."

As they entered the ER, Huo Zong heard familiar, heart-wrenching sobs. He exchanged a glance with Jiang Fengmian and silently approached.

It was Qi Yan. Huo Qilin lay under a white cloth, the fabric stained bright red. She stared at Huo Zong with tearful eyes, her expression blank, as if she’d lost her mind.

"Huo Zong, you’re responsible for my son’s death. It’s your fault."

The officer was still present. The investigation showed that Huo Qilin had intentionally tried to ram the car ahead. At a sharp turn, Huo Qilin’s car collided with the vehicle in front and was thrown off course.

The impact was so severe that Huo Qilin hit his head and was in critical condition when they took him to the hospital. The police confirmed Huo Qilin’s identity and immediately notified Qi Yan.

"You’re blaming me? I wasn’t even in the car. How could I be responsible?"

Qi Yan went silent, her tearful eyes fixed on Huo Zong. Deep down, they both knew Huo Qilin’s goal—to kill Huo Zong. It was just that Huo Zong happened not to be in that car.

"He hurt others and himself. You know why he turned out this way."

Huo Zong radiated cold anger. To Huo Qilin, what was the value of a human life? Even if he wanted to kill Huo Zong, what about Jiang Fengmian? The driver? Were they supposed to die with him?

"I heard you abandoned him. Why did he turn out like this? Your whole family is messed up."

Excessive indulgence, Huo Qilin’s inability to distinguish right from wrong—he didn’t even know the most basic form of respect.

Qi Yan staggered, leaning against the wall to keep from falling. She opened her mouth but couldn’t cry. Since childhood, Huo Qilin had been personally taught by Huo Qing. As parents, all they did was throw money at him.

Thinking back carefully, the times they sat down together for a proper meal were rare.

"Xiao Lin, Mom is sorry. I’m so sorry."

But there’s no medicine for regret in this world. If only they had known, why did it have to come to this?

"Xiao Zhang, how are you?"

Huo Zong approached the emergency room. Xiao Zhang’s injuries weren’t too severe, and he hadn’t been sent in for treatment yet.

"Mr. Huo, I'm okay, just some pain below my chest. Mr. Huo, I'm so sorry about the car..."

"Stay still, just lie down. As long as you're alright, the car doesn't matter. Don't stress about the money; I'll take care of all the costs and compensation. Just focus on getting better, and when you're well, you can come back to drive for me."

Xiao Zhang's eyes welled up as he nodded vigorously, afraid he might lose his job over the accident. His wife was on her way, and he hadn't dared to tell her over the phone that he'd wrecked the boss's multi-million dollar car, worried it would upset her.

"Chen Chen, when Xiao Zhang's family gets here, transfer the 100,000 yuan to her first. Look after Xiao Zhang, take a day or two off, and come back to work on Tuesday or Wednesday. Let me know if there's any issue."

"Okay, Mr. Huo."

Xiao Zhang wiped his tears and quickly said, "Mr. Huo, it's really generous of you not to blame me. I can't accept the money; it's not a big deal, I'm okay."

"Take it, I'll cover the rest later. It's not your fault."

It was his fault; Huo Qilin had meant to kill him. If it weren't for Jiang Fengmian, today might have been more than just one person down.

Back at the villa, Huo Zong was still rattled. He clung to Jiang Fengmian tightly, his eyes bloodshot.

"My love, thank goodness, I was so scared."

"Brother, this is what they mean when they say heaven never closes all doors. Maybe our little one wanted to remind us, let's thank them."

Huo Zong nodded, leaned down to kiss Jiang Fengmian's belly, and whispered, "Thank you, little one, you're so good, daddy loves you so much."

Jiang Fengmian smiled softly; whether it was the little one's doing or not, it had to be, to reassure Huo Zong.

"Huo Zong, don't overthink it, such things won't happen again."

"Okay, they won't."

The Huo family seemed a bit desolate. He hooked Jiang Fengmian's fingertips and self-mockingly said, "My sweet kitten, they say in the capital that I'm a jinx, the last of the Huo family, all alone. Are you scared?"

"Scared, scared that Huo Zong might not love me enough. Who says you're alone? You have me, and our little one, we're a happy family of three. Huo Zong, don't worry about what others say, we live our days, as long as we're happy."

"Mm."

After comforting Huo Zong for a long time, he finally fell asleep with a frown. Jiang Fengmian kissed Huo Zong's forehead lightly, found a comfortable position to lie down, and rested his head on Huo Zong's shoulder.

With Huo Qilin gone, the sword that had been hanging over Jiang Fengmian's head finally disappeared.

***

"Fengmian hasn't gotten up yet."

Huo Zong didn't disturb Su Yanchu, just glanced at his watch, leisurely got up, and half an hour later, pulled the drowsy Jiang Fengmian down.

His lips were slightly swollen, and his ears were flushed with an unusual redness; anyone could tell what had happened.

"Good morning, Su Ge."

"Good noon, it's almost eleven."

Jiang Fengmian was slightly embarrassed; he hadn't been getting enough sleep lately, and after nearly facing death yesterday, he had slept a bit longer.

"Hey, Huo Zong must be happy, your goal is to fatten him up a bit, and it's quite effective recently, he's even got a little belly."

Su Yanchu seemed to be telling a cold joke, but the two across from him didn't laugh. He sighed, it didn't matter.

Jiang Fengmian awkwardly pulled his clothes to just cover his belly.

"Fengmian, see if you like it, I've changed to a new color scheme."

"Wow, so beautiful, I love it, thank you, Su."

It was a pink with a hint of off-white, like the outermost petals of a pink rose, exceptionally elegant.

"Su Yanchu, Aunt Wang isn't here, so you'll have to try my cooking. Eat up, we have things to discuss later."

Su Yanchu's gaze wandered between the two. He had heard about the crash; these two were fine, but Huo Qilin had passed away. The Qi family took care of the arrangements, and it was said that Qi Yan had fainted twice from crying in just one day.

He intended to kill someone but ended up killing himself. Su Yanchu felt no sympathy.

He had thought of countless possibilities, but never expected that Huo Zong would ask him to pick a date for their marriage.

"Getting married?" Jiang Fengmian raised his voice. Huo Zong hadn’t mentioned it before, and suddenly they were going to register their marriage.

"What, kitty, don’t you want to marry me?"

Jiang Fengmian shook his head frantically, scratching his earlobe, feeling like something was missing in between.

Huo Zong chuckled softly, pulling Jiang Fengmian's fingertip to his lips and kissing it gently, "Kitty, I want to register our marriage this month. We’ll look good in the marriage photos now."

"Alright."

Jiang Fengmian hadn't thought of that; the later it gets, the bigger his belly would be, and how unflattering the photos would be. It’s for life.

"Does Su know about these things?"

Huo Zong hummed in agreement, choosing the most tactful way to say it: "He’s well-versed in traditional Chinese culture."

"Cut it out, Fengmian, I’m good at traveling abroad, becoming a monk, or even performing exorcisms."

"Bang bang bang, no monkhood, no monkhood."

With the calendar in hand, he asked for Jiang Fengmian’s birth details, Su Yanchu circled a date.

Just the day after tomorrow.

Jiang Fengmian widened his eyes, murmuring, "Brother, isn’t that too soon? I’m not prepared."

"No, I'm all prepared."

Huo Zong had started preparing for the marriage registration the moment he found out Jiang Fengmian was pregnant. He had rehearsed the process countless times in his mind, ensuring every step was foolproof.

"Kitty, just get dressed, grab your ID, and come with me."

"Su Yanchu, come for wedding sweets the day after tomorrow. I've had a whole room packed with them, prepared over a month, enough for the whole company."

Jiang Fengmian felt touched; it turned out Huo Zong wasn’t being impulsive, he was truly prepared.

The night before the registration, Jiang Fengmian tossed and turned restlessly, his finger pressed against Huo Zong's chest, drawing random circles.

"Kitty, do you feel like it’s lacking ceremony since we're about to register our marriage? We’ll have the ceremony after the baby’s born. I've planned it; it’s too rushed to prepare now."

The wedding is a particularly complicated affair, and he didn't want to rush through it hastily. After the baby is born, he plans to give Jiang Fengmian the most extravagant wedding.

"No, brother, I just can't believe we're about to register our marriage."

This feeling is different from when we were just dating; no longer just boyfriends, but legally recognized partners, the kind that will be together for a lifetime.

"Jiang Fengmian, yes, we are about to register our marriage."

The day they got their marriage license was a beautiful, sunny day. Huo Zong smoothly guided Jiang Fengmian through the process, just as he had promised. Jiang Fengmian only needed to follow him.

"You two, come over here for the photo."

In front of the red backdrop, Jiang Fengmian's eyes welled up as he looked at Huo Zong. His heart ached slightly, and he tried hard to hold back his tears.

"Kitty, don't cry, or it'll ruin the photo."

"Mm, I won't cry, I won't."

He subtly squeezed Huo Zong's fingertips, and at the moment the camera shutter clicked, both of them broke into perfect smiles.

"That's great, perfect. Just relax a little, you two. You look a little tense in the shot. Let's take some photos that you can post on social media, more intimate ones."

Huo Zong let out a deep breath. He was extremely nervous, trying hard to adjust his breathing rhythm and softly meeting Jiang Fengmian's gaze.

As their eyes met, both of them miraculously relaxed. Under the photographer's guidance, they worked together effortlessly, snapping plenty of photos.

"Thank you."

As they exchanged vows, both Huo Zong and Jiang Fengmian had tears in their eyes. Their journey hadn't been easy, and at such a moment, they couldn't help getting emotional.

"Are you both sure you want to get married?"

"Sure," they said in unison.

With a click, the seal was pressed onto the certificate. Jiang Fengmian held the brand-new marriage certificate and leaned into Huo Zong's arms, whispering, "Brother, it's the three of us now."

The little one also appeared in the photo, making it the most unique marriage certificate.

"Jiang Fengmian, happy wedding day."

"Huo Zong, happy wedding day. From now on, love me more each day than you did today."

"Okay, every day from now on, I will love Jiang Fengmian more."

Huo Zong: You, me, us.

Su Yanchu: Congratulations, the wedding sweets are amazing.

Everyone sent their blessings to Huo Zong. He sent out 99 red envelopes in the group chat all at once. As long as he was in the group, whether he had spoken or not, he would send red packets upon entering.

[Wuwuwu, I'm so happy, the wedding candies are really delicious, the best I've ever had.]

[Not only delicious, but also in large quantities and varieties. Such a big box, I was stunned.]

[I've been dying to say this, and now I finally can. The wedding candies were personally chosen by Huo Zong. I ran around with him for a whole day, they are the best. Everyone at the company got some. No, even the cats and dogs have them. Didn't you notice? Today, even the cats' and dogs' food bowls turned red.]

[Wow, such happiness. Blessings to Huo Zong, may you always be happy.]

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Huo Zong carefully placed the marriage certificate in the safe, locking it layer by layer, more concerned about it than his properties and assets.

"Sweetheart, I'm just putting the marriage certificate in a safe place."

"It's okay, it won't get lost."

Huo Zong smiled without saying a word, just stood up and gently lifted Jiang Fengmian's chin, kissing his lips softly.

"Kitty Cat, the book says it's safe after three months, and it's almost four months now."

Jiang Fengmian's irritation flared as he narrowed his eyes and kissed Huo Zong back, wrapping his arms around his neck, everything unspoken.

On the wedding night, it was only right to engage in such activities, to show respect.

The little pup, starved for so long, was even more frantic than usual. Jiang Fengmian couldn't handle the intensity, tears brimming in his eyes as he whimpered, pinching Huo Zong's nose.

"Brother, that's enough."

"Kitty Cat, not enough, far from enough."

A deeper kiss silenced Jiang Fengmian, swallowing all his words, leaving only the creaking noises and soft sobs in the room.

In the latter half of the night, it seemed there were also soft jingling sounds, rising and falling, fast and slow, lingering on and on.

***

"Darling, are you going to this banquet? If not, I'll decline it."

Jiang Fengmian lazily opened his eyes, feeling utterly boneless after Huo Zong's wildness last night, almost unable to get up.

This was no ordinary banquet; it was the capital's charity banquet. Every year, Huo Corporation aids vulnerable groups across various industries, a kind of annual review, with Huo Zong as the most important guest.

"I'll go, brother, I'll accompany you."

On the day they got their marriage certificate, Huo Qilin was just buried, and some gossip had reached his ears. Skipping such an event would likely tarnish Huo Zong's reputation.

"Kitty Cat, are you feeling okay?"

"Yes, perfectly fine."

Just a little discomfort, but manageable.

The banquet fell silent as Huo Zong and Jiang Fengmian arrived, everyone discreetly looking away.

Previously, it was rumored that Huo Zong was a ruthless killer, and Jiang Fengmian's marriage to him would be a living hell. But now, they looked so happy together.

Those looks were filled with disdain, indifference, but mostly fear.

The Jiang family members were either dead or imprisoned, yet Jiang Fengmian was unscathed, and so was the Huo family. They truly were a pair, having outlived everyone else.

For a moment, no one dared to directly greet Huo Zong.

Huo Zong appeared unbothered by such scenes, pulling Jiang Fengmian to sit beside him, busily selecting a variety of foods for Jiang Fengmian.

At home, Jiang Fengmian hadn't wanted to eat, but now he was starving. He didn't care about the onlookers' stares, focusing only on filling his stomach, not wanting to starve the little one inside.

"Brother, my back aches."

Having eaten enough, the banquet's proceedings were still ongoing. Chen Chen was in charge of the auction, while Huo Zong took care of Jiang Fengmian.

Huo Zong gently squeezed Jiang Fengmian's waist, signaling him to sit on his lap, wrapping an arm around Jiang Fengmian's waist while meticulously peeling grapes for him.

People passing by couldn't help but glance at them. Was this the Huo Zong they knew? The one said to be unfeeling, violent, and cold-blooded? Who was this man coaxing Jiang Fengmian to eat grapes?

Jiang Fengmian languidly nestled in Huo Zong's arms, like a noble cat, occasionally lifting his eyes.

"Darling, please eat one more, okay?"

"Last one, I've peeled it, do me this favor."

The discomfort in Jiang Fengmian's lower back became increasingly evident. He let out a soft sigh, swallowing the grape while nibbling on Huo Zong's fingertip in the process, lightly grinding it.

It was all Huo Zong's fault for being so unrestrained last night. He was almost afraid it could end in tragedy.

Of course, he could never let Huo Zong know this, fearing it would upset him.

"Sweetheart, you did that on purpose today, right?"

He noticed Jiang Fengmian's slightly reddened ears. Jiang Fengmian wasn’t the type to act spoiled, so there was only one possible reason—he did it for him.

"Brother, how do you always know everything?"

Jiang Fengmian pouted, feeling no sense of achievement.

"Kitty, thank you. I really, really love it. I don’t care about the rumors outside, but since you care, I care too."

"My little kitty is worried I’ll be misunderstood by the outside world, working so hard to help me. You’ve worked so hard, my kitty. Here’s a kiss as your reward."

Jiang Fengmian slightly raised an eyebrow, unsure who the reward was really for. Oh well, let’s just say it’s a reward for him.

"Husband, just hold me tight."

"Alright, I’ll hold you, hold you forever."

***

Time passed like flowing water, and on New Year’s Day, the first snow of the year fell in the capital.

Jiang Fengmian, bundled in a thick down jacket with his round belly protruding, stood among the swirling snowflakes, shouting Huo Zong’s name loudly.

"Huo Zong, I love you so much."

In the snow, Huo Zong had written words of love, each stroke filled with deep tenderness.

Jiang Fengmian stood inside the heart-shaped outline, beckoning Huo Zong with a finger.

Huo Zong slowly approached, holding a bouquet made of snow, each step steady and resolute.

His eyes never left Jiang Fengmian as he stepped into the heart and handed the snow bouquet to him.

"Jiang Fengmian, Happy New Year. In the new year, I love you even more."

"Thank you, brother. Such a beautiful flower."

The snowflakes continued to fall, and Jiang Fengmian lowered his gaze, his fingertip touching a petal. As the warmth of his finger melted it, the petal slowly dissolved.

"Brother, it’s the first snow."

The snow fell all around, making it seem as if their hair had turned white. Jiang Fengmian raised his smiling eyes, locking them with Huo Zong’s.

In countless nights of longing, he had never imagined he would truly meet Huo Zong. The person he had yearned for was now standing alive before him.

"Jiang Fengmian, the first snow turns our hair white."

It was… the white hair of growing old together.

A strong heartbeat thudded as Jiang Fengmian slightly lifted his chin, placing his palm on Huo Zong’s shoulder, responding to his gentle kiss.

It was a kiss that carried the chill of distant mountains, yet was inexplicably fervent.

Huo Zong caressed the back of Jiang Fengmian’s neck, speaking in the softest tone of his life, "Jiang Fengmian, Happy New Year."

"Big Brother, Happy New Year."

It’s a love that goes without saying, understood by both.

All the love is woven into the four words, "Happy New Year."

New Year’s Day.

Yuan, meaning 'the beginning,' and Dan, meaning 'the day.'

The initial day...

He crosses time and space, journeying over mountains and seas, to embrace a love that lasts forever.

—The End

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