Who said Xie Qingci hates clingy kids? He's actually adapting quite well, playing happily with those three kids.
Sparklers are lit one by one; he holds one, gripping her hand with his, waving it in the air.
The three kids imitate them, pretending to write in the air with sparks.
Yu Xia, like a heart-hard-as-iron old man, doesn't find this romantic at all. When the sparkler burns out, she seriously says, "Don't litter."
"Sure, we must listen to the Environmental Ambassador."
He drags out his words deliberately and laughs.
Yu Xia pretends not to see him, taking out the long-tube fireworks.
Playing with these fireworks is like shooting bullets, you have to hold them and let them fly out one by one.
It's said that you need some strength to use them.
She wants to play with these but worries about losing control, so she tilts her chin up and nods at Xie Qingci.
"Come over and help."
