"Bang—"
Fireworks exploded above their heads, lighting up that person's bright, cheerful face, like the gentle ripples on a spring breeze brushed lake, stirring waves layer by layer.
The eternal iceberg melted into frost, forming a clear pool that stretched for miles.
The sight was so striking that Su Qingnuan momentarily lost her ability to think.
She stared at him, as if she were falling into a trance.
A force came from the hand she held. Su Qingnuan lowered her gaze, and the hand gripping hers tightened even more.
Fireworks were indeed beautiful, but fleeting.
A brief moment of radiance, followed by silence.
"Is that it?" Qin Chuan asked the pitch-black night sky.
Gong Qi stood up, his lips curled faintly into a smile. "Be content. Fireworks and firecrackers are banned in the city now. Seeing any fireworks at all is already a privilege."
Qin Chuan pouted as he got up and patted the weeds off his pant legs.
"That was so dull. It was over in the blink of an eye."
