Rong Yan imagined herself staying up at one or two in the morning, not sleeping but squatting on the rooftop to admire the moon, and suddenly worried whether she would be able to crawl out of bed tomorrow morning.
Even though she didn't want to ruin the mood, standing for two minutes, Rong Yan still felt a bit unsteady on her feet.
"...Li Shengxiao."
Before she finished speaking, suddenly a whistling sound pierced her ears.
A splendid firework burst into bloom above her head.
It was fireworks!
The resplendent, layered fireworks were right within reach, as if she could just tiptoe and grasp the extreme beauty out of thin air.
"Bang!"
After one flower bloomed.
Another rose in a different direction and burst into bloom!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Another one, followed by yet another one, and more...
