"Boom," under the pitch-black sky, a firework opened up gently like a fairy scattering flowers.
The night sky seemed like a garden brimming with colorful flowers, now a golden chrysanthemum in a furious bloom, now colorful butterflies fluttering about, now a dragon soaring upwards, now trees alight with silver flowers, beauty so resplendent and various as if a raging fire.
Beauty is always fleeting; sparks fall like shooting stars, and darkness reclaims the sky, leaving only endless aftertaste and solitude.
As a new round of fireworks burst forth, their dazzling sparks illuminated Yun Ya's pupils, as dark and mysterious as the unbounded deep sea, swirling with enigmatic waves, drawing one into an endless abyss.
She looked at the crowd surrounding her, Yun Shen's lips were pressed thinly, his expression cold and somber. However, that trace of indifference that flashed through his eyes for an instant was clearly captured by Yun Ya.
