Zhang Xiaohua opened his eyes and pinched the light with his hand. After scanning it with his divine sense, he couldn't help but laugh, "How is it? Is it already the fourteenth day of the first lunar month? Sigh, no, just a few days ago, Mother and Father were still hanging lanterns and decorations on the little tower, saying it was for the New Year celebration. Time really flies!"
"Second Brother, wait a moment, I'll be there soon!" As Zhang Xiaohua spoke, he slapped the light, and it whimpered and flew away, disappearing from sight.
