Chu Qiao was completely stunned. In that split second, her mind reconstructed the figure of that certain man. With his sleeves fluttering in the wind, what kind of emotions must he have had to throw out the other half of the jade, before turning back on his horse, leaving this tree to which people prayed peace and serenity to?
Her tear glands started to hurt again, yet no tears dropped down. Standing there silently for a long time, rows of festival lights started to light up, yet she did not realize it. Only when a businessman selling colorful lanterns walked past did she finally return to reality.
The lanterns still had the same designs as in the past, looking exactly like the one she had. Silently looking on, she could not avert her gaze. The seller was impatient, and frowned while asking, "This Missy, are you done choosing?" Hurriedly, she paid up, and lifting that lantern, she stood on the road. With her lonesome silhouette, she seemed like a lost child.
