Chu Qingzhi and Tang Jinghong arrived at a place filled with stalls. There were people selling lanterns, sugar figurines, and masks.
Tang Jinghong looked at the long street. "Qingzhi, pick whatever you like. I'll buy it for you."
Chu Qingzhi tilted her head and looked at Tang Jinghong. She smiled. "Rich people."
Tang Jinghong said calmly, "Not crazy rich, but enough to buy you whatever you want."
Chu Qingzhi couldn't help but laugh. She had never laughed so happily before. "Then I won't stand on ceremony."
A smile flashed across Tang Jinghong's eyes, mixed with a hint of doting. "Go and choose."
Chu Qingzhi took the initiative to hold Tang Jinghong's hand and walked towards the street. She thought to herself that she had finally touched that pair of beautiful hands. She had wanted to do this for a long time.
