Adrian didn’t explain his words, handing her the materials she had found, "Here. Hurry up!"
Sumr Sutton snapped back to reality and started busying herself at the countertop.
Actually, she didn’t know how to make dumplings; when her father and grandfather were around, she was too young and only cared about eating them.
After her father and grandfather passed away, she never celebrated holidays, nor had she touched such things.
However, Sumr had seen the servants at ho make dumplings before and knew what the process involved.
She kneaded the glutinous rice flour into a dough, and began molding them one by one.
She kneaded them carefully, thinking that dumplings ant Unity, surely they should be a little more round to represent that, right?
However, she was clumsy, just shaping them round took her a long ti.
Adrian watched her struggle with the little sticky rice dough ball, seeing her mold each small dumpling into a round shape like a lychee, and her serious attitude made him involuntarily twitch the corner of his lips.
"Let help you." Rolling up his sleeves, he started to knead dough alongside her.
Adrian’s hands never touched dishwater; he was used to eating, never needing to do such things himself.
Sumr clearly didn’t expect him to do this at ho with her, staring at his slender, well-proportioned hands for quite a while without snapping back to reality.
Unexpectedly, a chill swept across her cheek.
Adrian flicked her lightly with his cool hand, "Why are you daydreaming?"
"Ouch!" Sumr muttered, burying her head and continuing to battle with the dumplings.
Neither of them had done this before, and both were equally clumsy, but Sumr still made beautiful dumplings.
In her words, this was called making it with care, which made it beautiful.
The dumplings were done, and the two who hadn’t had dinner used them as their New Year’s Eve al, simply taking care of hunger, and Sumr walked out to the living room to watch the fireworks.
The New Year’s Eve fireworks hadn’t stopped since nightfall.
The splendid fireworks in the night sky looked like a teor shower, illuminating the entire night sky.
"Adrian, do you know? This is the first ti I’ve celebrated since grandpa passed away a few years ago." Looking up at the sky above her, there was so emotion in her voice.
Adrian lost his composure for a mont.
Sumr, with her back to him, muttered, "Adrian, do you have New Year wishes here? We in River City do. They say the wishes made on New Year’s Eve are especially effective."
"Really?" Adrian found her words sowhat amusing.
He never believed in making wishes like this.
Any wish requires effort to co true, was wishing to the sky effective?
He never believed in heaven, fate, luck; he only believed in himself!
He was that kind of person, yet after hearing Sumr’s next words, he was shaken.
Sumr gazed up at the sky, placing both hands before her chest, closing her eyes to make a wish, "For the new year, my wish is for next evening to be like this evening, that every year can be like this one."
She actually ant to have a relaxed year like this, with no troubleso issues arising.
However, Adrian misunderstood her intentions.
"You wish for it to be like this year?" His gaze towards her was sowhat deep.
"What’s up?" Sumr turned her head to look at him.
Adrian’s gaze quietly swept over her eyes, staring at her for a long ti, slowly uttering, "As long as you want, every year we can be just like this year!"
Sumr felt speechless, "..."
"Actually, I didn’t an..." Sumr was stunned for quite a while by his words, realizing he misunderstood her aning, wanting to explain, but Adrian had already headed upstairs.
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