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"What's the reasoning behind this?" The crowd wore a look of utter confusion.
"In the Xiaoxiang Region, eligible young heroes and heroines would catch fireflies as tokens of their affection."
Linghu Chong was anxious, "Really? There's such a custom?"
"Indeed," Zhao Rong said earnestly, "Don't fireflies shimmer at night, resembling the stars above?"
"Yes," everyone nodded.
Zhao Rong continued, "So, flying stars are like meteors, and meteors carry people's beautiful wishes. When young heroes and heroines give their wishes to the one they admire, doesn't that symbolize romance?"
He then recited, "Hovering and leaning, the night has grown old, as twin fireflies enter the windowpanes. The northwest wind blows against her slender waist, while the southeast moon reveals her delicate hand."
Lu Dayou uttered an "Oh" and suddenly saw Linghu Chong waving his hand at Zhao Rong,
"Eh, why is our eldest senior brother's hand moving back and forth?"
