That night, Wang Qi ultimately failed to accomplish the major task. He stayed on the rooftop all night, even after Mao Zimiao came back to her room with her two children and all the Spirit Light had dispersed in the sky; he still sat there alone.
It wasn't until a hint of white light pierced through the dark clouds that he realized the day had already dawned significantly.
Now it was the first day of the New Year, a new beginning.
Wang Qi stretched lazily and, with a light tap of his toe, glided down from the rooftop with the wind. Zhen Chan asked, "What's wrong? Aren't you going to savor it a bit longer? This must be your first time spending a significant moment with a girl, right?"
"You, old man, have really been lacking in integrity lately... You weren't like this ten thousand years ago, were you?"
