The so-called sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring wind brings warmth into Tusu wine. Across thousands of households, the bright sun rises, and everyone replaces old charms with new peach wood.
The lively New Year's Eve has passed. Whether it's a small family or a big country, on this universal day of celebration, joy always outweighs sorrow. Even those who have encountered misfortune strive to make themselves happy on a day like this. Rich or poor, everyone celebrates the New Year. Li Yifei believes he has done all he should. If poor, he keeps to himself; if successful, he helps the world. Now that he has wealth and means, he finds doing more is not a problem.
In the morning, Li Yifei and the women woke up one after another. The craziness of last night goes unmentioned; today is a new year, a new day.
The phone rang. Li Yifei glanced at it; it was a call from abroad. Upon answering, he heard a familiar voice; the call was from the Saintess.
