It was the second new moon after the winter solstice.
Long Huojin took Xue Guangli to the spring festival; they planned to spend the first few days of the Lunar New Year together as they both decided to relieve any worries or fears by going out to enjoy themselves.
Long Huojin was holding her hand as they walked through the streets, viewing the lights of the lanterns, admiring the decorations of red paper-cuts and couplets.
Children ran through the streets, and the air filled with a sweet aromatic scent.
Xue Guangli released a breath that turned into white fog. Long Huojin looked at her with a sly glint, and she flushed. He tightened his grip on her hand as they continued to stroll.
"Are you ready to go back?" Long Huojin asked her, emerging deep. They walked for nearly two hours, but they stopped every now and then to buy something from booths.
Xue Guangli smiled grimly. "Is your father going to be there?" she asked.
