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On New Year's Eve, heavy snow fell in Huaibei.
The deafening sound of firecrackers could not drown out the voices of the group outside the door.
"Miss, your father owes us a lot of money; don’t you think we deserve an explanation? Why aren’t you opening the door?"
Another round of banging echoed against the door.
"We're not trying to make things difficult for you. Just open the door first. It's tough for all of us during the New Year; let’s discuss how to settle this debt."
The noise grew louder, and Yao Nian crouched behind the door, covering her ears in an attempt to ignore it.
"Damn it," one man kicked the door, "this girl is really stubborn. We've come here several times already. What should we do, brother?"
"We’ll come back tomorrow!" The man called "brother" spat on the ground, "I don’t believe she can hide forever!"
During this time, many people had come knocking, all without exception demanding repayment. As the footsteps outside gradually faded away, Yao Nian let her arms drop weakly to her sides, her tense nerves finally relaxing.
The chimes of the New Year rang out, and countless lights soared into the night sky, bursting into a dazzling display of fireworks.
In the large villa, only a small figure curled up alone on the sofa.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang again without warning, causing Yao Nian to shudder and instinctively shrink deeper into the sofa.
"Yao Nian?"
Hearing that voice made her eyelashes flutter; she almost thought she was imagining it.
The doorbell continued to ring.
After a moment of hesitation, Yao Nian threw off the blanket covering her and ran barefoot to the entrance, opening the door.
Many years later, she would still vividly remember this moment.
There he stood in the snowy night, gazing at her as snowflakes danced down onto his broad shoulders and settled on his camel-colored coat, filling his deep sea-like eyes.
A thin veil of snow mist blurred her vision.
"You—"
Before Shen Du could finish his sentence, a soft figure suddenly lunged into his embrace.
Caught off guard, he stumbled back a step but quickly felt her arms tightly wrap around his waist.
His right hand hovered in mid-air, unsure of where to place itself.
Yao Nian held on tightly, as if trying to embed herself into his body. Her slender shoulders trembled with each sob, starting as a faint whimper and gradually escalating into a torrent of cries, like a long-suppressed flood finally breaking free.
On this cold winter night, the sound of snow falling echoed softly, resembling the muted crack of branches snapping under the weight.
Shen Du sighed, lifting his hand to pull her into his embrace, gently patting her back.
Time seemed to stretch indefinitely; the firecracker sounds outside gradually faded, leaving the surroundings in a hushed silence. The person in his arms seemed to have cried herself out, her sobs diminishing into quiet sniffles.
The young girl lifted her head, her eyes red-rimmed and her nose twitching, looking particularly pitiful—like an abandoned chinchilla.
He felt a sudden pang of heartache.
Yao Nian took two steps back, ensuring he was inside before glancing cautiously at the door and promptly shutting it behind him.
Shen Du surveyed the living room; only a dim yellow light illuminated the entrance, while a blanket lay half on the floor from the sofa, creating an empty and desolate atmosphere.
She noticed the dark stain of tears spreading across his coat and felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she murmured, "I'm sorry."
Shen Du asked softly, "Have you eaten?"
She sniffed and shook her head slightly.
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