Before the carriage had come to a full stop, An Ziqi jumped right off.
Along the way, shadow puppets, lanterns, clay figurines; An Ziqi found everything so novel, chirping nonstop like a happy little bird.
Xiao Yimo couldn't help but think of when she first arrived here; she too was as filled with wonder as An Ziqi, amazed at everything she saw.
At the clay figurine stand, An Ziqi saw a little figure, eyebrows raised, lips tightly pursed, looking exactly like Xiao Moli when he was angry.
Xiao Yimo followed behind her, seeing her interest, decided to use silver to buy it.
An Ziqi reached out and poked the figure's cheek, "Too bad I can't take it back."
Xiao Yimo leaned over to look at the figurine and couldn't help but tease, "Missing my brother, are you?"
"I'm not thinking about him," An Ziqi pouted.
"Oh, someone staring so intently at a figurine, almost seeing flowers, yet won't admit it."
