As Li Yuilan had described, the festival was truly joyful. The noise of the crowd, the vibrant colors, the lanterns—all of it created an incredible festive atmosphere that swept you up in a whirlwind of events.
Unknowingly, Xie Qing allowed himself to relax during the festival. He didn't think about the dangers that awaited him; neither the future nor the past concerned him.
"Brother Xie, look! This lantern is so beautiful."
The man smiled, watching Li Yuilan holding a beautiful Chinese lantern with a lit candle inside. The lantern was indeed beautiful, but it couldn't be denied that the girl shone a hundred, even a thousand times brighter than the lantern.
"Very beautiful," Xie Qing nodded, either agreeing with the girl's opinion or something else.
"Yes!"
Li Yuilan happily smiled and, grabbing the man's hand, began to lead him to the stalls, buying decorations and food—in short, she enjoyed this day to the fullest.
