Meng Fuyao's arrival lit up a city.
The spectacular fireworks were a gift from the man garbed in white. He knew that she would not enjoy a luxurious welcome in a war-torn city where the scent of blood still lingered, yet feared solitude and looked forward to enjoying the warmth of gathering. Hence, he chose to set off fireworks so as to chase away the loneliness.
Meng Fuyao eyes reflected the vibrant colors in the sky.
That year, she gave that person a bustling scene.
This year, another had put in great effort to present her with an astir city.
All the beautiful thoughts in the world unfurled in front of her eyes; so precious that it made one feel bittersweet.
Behind her, Zhangsun Wuji hugged her as he too enjoyed the splendor of this city.
'I had such plans too, but since I am on your land, since Fuyao is by my side, forget it…' he thought with a slight sense of superiority.
