Solo New Year Hot Pot Confession

9:16 vertical screen, 15 seconds, realistic lifestyle style, warm yellow indoor lighting, phone stand slightly tilted from angle. In the picture, a woman in her twenties [Image 1] sits at a small table in the rented apartment, bare-faced with only lipstick, hair casually tied in a bun, wearing a faded gray oversized sweatshirt. In front of her is a freshly opened spicy hot pot takeout, steaming hot, with a red oil broth, with a phone, tissues, and an open can of Coke scattered nearby. The background is the living room of an ordinary rental apartment. A small 'Fu' character was pasted on the wall. Outside the window, you could faintly see the lights of thousands of homes across the street. The girl picked up a piece of lotus root with her chopsticks, blew on it, and popped it into her mouth, speaking muffled to the camera. A bit of red oil got at the corner of her mouth, she casually wiped it with the back of her hand, picked up a stick of vermicelli, and slurped it in. At a certain point, she suddenly laughed, pointed her chopsticks at the camera, chewed something in her mouth, her eyes curved into crescent moons, then lowered her head to continue digging into the spicy hot pot, her expression naturally relaxed. Lines (girls, relaxed and casual tone, speaking Chaoshan dialect): "This New Year, no waiting time, alone in Shenzhen...... Hey, this spicy hot pot is really not bad! Amu called to ask when I was getting married, and I said I was married to Malatang, hahaha. Sound effects: the sound of chopsticks bumping plastic bowls, the sizzling of fans, the faint sound of firecrackers outside the window, and the occasional message notification sound on your phone. Prohibited: Any text, subtitles, logos, or watermarks