This New Year’s Eve was different from all the others.
In previous years, fireworks would be set off at midnight too, but after everyone watched them, they soon forgot about them. Nothing particularly memorable was left behind.
But this year, a single display of fireworks on New Year’s Eve sparked heated discussion online.
“Oh my goodness, these fireworks are unbelievably beautiful! When they burst across the sky, it’s as if dazzling gold has spread over the heavens! They’re so radiant, so breathtaking!”
“Other fireworks explode into a small bouquet and then disappear, but this display kept going for ten whole minutes, blooming into one golden flower after another.”
“These fireworks are enormous!”
“These are the most beautiful fireworks I’ve ever seen.”
“Obviously. They cost 130 million yuan. Of course they’re beautiful.”
“Fireworks worth 130 million yuan!”
“The name of this display is ‘Never Change in This Lifetime.’”
The hashtag #NeverChangeInThisLifetime quickly shot to the top of the trending lists on Weibo and Douyin.
“Could this be some young master confessing his love to the woman he adores? That’s why he set off this ‘Never Change in This Lifetime’ display?”
“Thanks to the young master, this old servant has truly seen the world today.”
“Oh my gosh, I’ve watched it ten times already. That’s thirteen hundred million yuan earned!”
Second floor. Bedroom. Balcony.
Song Xinya watched the grand, dazzling fireworks, magnificent beyond compare.
The golden fireworks continued without end, like flowers that would never wither.
Qin Yuhe embraced her from behind and whispered into her ear, “This display is called ‘Never Change in This Lifetime.’ Does Baby Yaya like it?”
Song Xinya tilted her head back and gazed at the sky, which had been dyed gold. “I love it. It’s so beautiful, and the name is especially meaningful.”
Qin Yuhe said, “I arranged these ‘Never Change in This Lifetime’ fireworks especially for Baby Yaya.”
Song Xinya turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling like diamonds catching firelight. “Ah!”
Qin Yuhe said, “Tonight is our confession night. I had to make it a little more ceremonial, so I prepared these fireworks.”
Song Xinya said, “That’s a little too much ceremony, isn’t it? One hundred and thirty million yuan!”
Qin Yuhe replied, “Why worry about the money? It came out of the Qin family’s pockets.”
Song Xinya asked doubtfully, “But haven’t you already left the Qin family?”
Qin Yuhe said, “My term ended on New Year’s Eve. I approved this 130-million-yuan fireworks project before then.”
Song Xinya caught the hidden meaning in his words. “You’d already been planning to confess your feelings to me?”
The golden fireworks were reflected in his pupils, illuminating the tenderness and determination in his eyes.
“Yes. I’d been racking my brains for a long time, trying to figure out how to confess in a way that would show my sincerity and make you happy.”
Money wasn’t everything, but he couldn’t simply spend nothing and give her nothing, then expect the girl to accept his confession after hearing one dry, bare-bones sentence.
Of course, spending money alone wouldn’t do either. He had to spend it sincerely, romantically, and in a way that would leave a deep impression on her—even thirty years from now, she would still remember that night when he confessed his love to her with perfect clarity.
After much thought and extensive research, Qin Yuhe had found this display, called “Never Change in This Lifetime.”
First: it was expensive enough.
Second: it was beautiful enough.
Third: it was meaningful enough.
Only something like that could be worthy of his wife.
Just as Qin Yuhe told Song Xinya that he loved her, the “Never Change in This Lifetime” fireworks reached their dazzling peak in the sky.
The heavens overhead were illuminated with brilliant light.
Qin Yuhe rested his forehead against Song Xinya’s. His tender, affectionate eyes gazed into hers, and his voice was gentle as flowing water.
“Song Xinya, tell me you love me. Grant me this wish.”
“As long as you say you love me, this will be the best New Year I’ve ever had.”
Song Xinya gazed back at him as two streams of tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.
“Qin Yuhe, I love you.”
“Qin Yuhe, I’ve loved you for a very long time.”
