On the night preceding New Year's Eve, fate reunited Mark and Cecilia once again.

Having endured a grueling 12-hour meeting, Mark felt utterly exhausted as he made his way back to the hotel. Yearning for a moment's respite, he closed his eyes during the journey.

On the car seat beside him sat two adorable purple rabbit dolls, which seemed to clash amusingly with Mark's identity.

With a cheerful grin, Peter turned to Mark and suggested, "You can meet her tomorrow. It's about time she moved on after all this time."

Stubbornly, Mark touched the rabbit doll's ear and retorted, "She's just a little girl. | don't have that strong a desire to see her anyway." ©

Laughter filled the air, shared between Mark and Peter.

Feeling uplifted, Mark rolled down the car window to admire the luminous city lights outside, sighing, “Another year has gone by. I'm another year older.”

In a soothing tone, Peter reassured him, “You're still in your prime.”

Indeed, Peter's assessment was accurate; Mark was relatively young for the significant position he held.

With Peter's comforting words, Mark patted his trousers and smiled, saying, "Prime? Rena will become a mother next year and I'll be a great-uncle..."

Secluded within the confines of the car, the conversation between the two men took a more candid turn.

Playfully, Peter teased, "With your abilities, having a child shouldn't be too difficult."

The driver couldn't help but be amused by Peter's playful banter.

Mark lit a cigarette, smiling as he scolded, "You rascal, you're becoming more audacious by the day.”

Peter continued to jest and the atmosphere inside the car brimmed with mirth. As they drove leisurely, they approached Fortune Square, where the driver noticed an energetic New Year's Eve event unfolding. The driver commented with a smile, "Mr. Evans, it appears they're celebrating the New Year at the square. It's quite lively."

Curiosity got the better of Mark, prompting him to look over.

Indeed, it was a lively scene.

Fireworks lit up the night sky, painting the city with a mesmerizing array of colors.

On the square, a group of young people joyously embraced the coming year.

Luxurious cars were parked nearby, a testament to their wealthy owners.

And amidst it all, Mark caught a glimpse of Cecilia.

Dressed in a white down jacket and a woolen hat, holding a sparkler in her hand, she looked like a carefree young girl.