Volume Three, Chapter Forty-Eight: Is it Cold or Hot?

At nine o'clock sharp, the crowd gathered near the helipad to watch the fireworks. And my bit of annoyance gradually dissipated as the fireworks brilliantly burst against the deep blue canvas of the sky. Amid the snow-clad world, in the freezing air, the lights and colors of the fireworks were released to their heart's content, combining extreme heat with unbearable cold, exuberant joy with poignant solitude, blending two extremes into a strange and moving spectacle.

Could this be like the situation between Lin Zefeng and me? If ice and fire could merge so beautifully, could Lin Zefeng and I find happiness together?