Qiao Xiaren had also heard about the lantern festival in the Capital in this life, which is a special program for the Qixi Festival, and to fit the modern trend, they also organized a masquerade ball.
They never expected that they had such a connection in their past life.
Since the Qixi Festival hadn't arrived yet, there weren't any decorations on site, nor was anyone there, it was basically just the two of them.
At night, it was very quiet here.
Actually, Si Limo thought it might be better to have a meal with her at home and perhaps take a walk by the seaside. The atmosphere of this place was indeed nice, but it'd be more fun on the day of the Qixi Festival.
Yet Qiao Xiaren seemed to have a mysterious story she wanted to tell him, which piqued his strong interest.
Qiao Xiaren held his hand as they walked through the corridor, surrounded by last year's paper lanterns. Strangely, Qiao Xiaren felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity here.
