A New Year's Tiff

Lin Ning: "...Ye Second is truly pitiful."

Wen Nuan pursed her lips. The A City Film Critics Award, the Golden Chapter Award, and the University Student Film Festival were in February, March, and April. The A City International Film Festival was in June, so it was still early. She didn't care much about winning these awards. After all, her qualifications were still shallow; even a consolation prize would be quite good.

She didn't pay much attention to this.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps upstairs. Wen Nuan frowned, hearing someone walk down. Soon after, the door opened, and Young Master Ye Second walked in. Their gazes met. His eyes were as dark as ink, bottomless. They stared at each other, then looked away, neither willing to show weakness.

On the first day of the New Year, the atmosphere between them was somber, like the weather in early January.

Wen Nuan closed her computer and got into bed.