The small town was bustling at night, adorned with lanterns and decorations as if it were New Year's.
Many shops had colorful lights hanging outside. Young men and women strolled along the streets, holding flower lanterns, small hands intertwined, carrying sunflowers, exchanging glances filled with affection.
It is said that this tradition has been passed down from ancient times, and only this remote town still preserves it; tourists find it fascinating.
The innkeeper followed behind Jiang Jingheng, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Sir, would you like to buy a flower lantern?"
Jiang Jingheng didn't speak and continued walking forward, his hat brim pulled so low that others couldn't see his facial expression at all.
