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"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Ninety-eight fireworks, very long, very long.
Mou Keyan hugged her knees, sitting on the beach, as the Jiang wind gradually grew stronger, blowing her hair into a frenzy.
She tilted her head back to look at the sky, where the starscape above was like a black canvas that was splashed with colorful paint every few seconds.
"Aren't you going to make a wish?"
Lu Jincheng's voice rang out next to her ear.
"What's the use of making a wish under the same fireworks?"
Mou Keyan turned her gaze away, staring blankly at the cold moon reflected in the Jiang River.
"No, look! There's one in the middle!"
"It's a shooting star!"
Mou Keyan's shoulder was patted forcefully, and she looked up at the sky again.
She opened her mouth in astonishment.
