Countless fireworks exploded in the pitch-black depths of the night sky, shattering the original silence. The uniquely shaped blooms blossomed and vanished in an instant, swiftly replaced by others, their splendor so dazzling it reached its peak. The whole river area was engulfed in the sound of firecrackers.
People stopped in their tracks, even children playing by the river ceased their movements, staring up with dumbfounded expressions, clapping their hands, singing and dancing, their laughter carrying across to the other side of the river.
Mingshu stared, her eyes gradually filled with amazement. She pursed her lips and smiled, when suddenly something was passed to her. Without thinking, she looked down and saw a delicately small dagger, a size that seemed specifically designed for a woman, fitting perfectly in her hand and looking rather pretty.
But no matter how exquisite, it was still a weapon.
