Just like Meng Fan said, she was a very obstinate person.
Shang Hexing saw through her thoughts, didn't point them out, and still took her hand, their fingers tightly interlaced, "Let's go, it's time to go in."
Wen Zhi had no choice but to follow his pace.
At eight-thirty, the spectacular fireworks burst on time in the night sky.
Only Wen Zhi and Shang Hexing were present this time, Chen Jinhai did not tag along, nor were there any disturbing calls. Wen Zhi stood at the best spot, with Shang Hexing behind her, surrounded by other tourists who also came in pairs.
Some were lovers, some were married couples, and some were friends.
Wen Zhi also noticed a young couple with a child around the age of three; the child sat on his dad's shoulders, the woman leaned against the man, who steadied the child with one hand and held the woman's hand with the other.
A very heartwarming scene.
