"Happy Little New Year's Eve!"
Camila Ginger was the first to shout.
It's so nice, their true Little New Year's Eve had arrived. The Spring Festival was gradually beginning. Everywhere, the traditional holiday scenes were full of joy, and for the first time, this long-empty apartment was filled with warmth, real and vibrant.
Violet Don looked at the people around her. Grayson Sutton was eating salmon while telling jokes with Wayne Don. The conversation between the two was particularly lively. At this moment, Grayson's phone buzzed, and he took a look at the message he had received.
[How is she?]
Grayson glanced at the leftover shrimp shells on Violet Don's plate and sent back a reply — [She's good. She ate sashimi and opened the red wine. By the way, all those little accessories have been moved in. Wayne really likes the eye-protecting lamp.]