It was as if this city was very familiar, having walked through the crowded streets and alleys thousands of times before.
"Senior Brother Mu, there's a mask seller over there, let's go buy masks too."
Qing Yuan, holding a colored glass lantern depicting the immortal in the moon, ran over from the other end of the Stone Arch Bridge, pointed to a small mask stall not far away, and dragged Mu Fan to run towards it.
"Sure."
Mu Fan didn't care and just smiled, letting Qing Yuan pull him, avoiding the crowded crowd, and running towards the stall.
The stall's business was booming, filled with young boys and girls buying masks of all shapes and sizes.
The most popular silver-grey and gold fox masks, half-covering the eyebrows and forehead, revealing the delicate chin and cherry-colored lips, perfectly set off the girls' tenderness and charm.
Girls gathered in groups, reaching out their hands to snatch the fox masks, while the ghost masks were ignored.
