Destined Encounters
As the New Year's bell was about to chime, I heard Zac's voice, thinking it was a hallucination.
"Anna."
I raised my head, and the doorbell at the entrance rang. I opened the door to find Zac holding fireworks under the moonlight, his eyes glistening with a faint watery sheen.
"Anna, Happy New Year!"
His finely scattered bangs partially covered his eyebrows. In the gentle, mist-like starlight, the man's dark and profound eyes exuded the tranquility of a peaceful time.
The man's melodious voice echoed above, and at the same time, the pitch-black sky behind him bloomed with colorful fireworks.
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