The small light of a firefly, resting upon He Xing's shoulder, illuminated an area no larger than a fingernail, yet it was a sight so captivating that one couldn't look away.
He Xing, however, didn't notice it at all. He walked towards Fu Han, "Xiaohan..."
"Don't move!" Fu Han extended a finger to her lips and shushed him, "You have a firefly on your shoulder."
He Xing tilted his head slightly to regard his shoulder where the yellow glow of the firefly exuded a warm power, lighting up his eyes. It was here, among the swarming fireflies, that they embraced and kissed, almost going so far as to taste the forbidden fruit.
At this thought, his gaze softened. He looked at Fu Han with a foolish tenderness, the corners of his eyes and his brows filled with a thick, undissolvable affection.
Fu Han was also looking at He Xing, but as she watched, she suddenly froze. Behind He Xing, countless fireflies began to rise, lighting up the night sky like lanterns, one by one.
