BOOM! BOOM!!
The fireworks were like brilliant sparks from a star, carrying the wishes of every soul on the ground. They shimmered and bloomed, allowing even the smallest wish to release its own point of light.
At that moment, every ghost around Wansheng District looked up and witnessed the magnificent scene.
Perhaps some ghosts, their hearts burdened by obsession and entangled in negativity day after day, would still recall the beauty of their past the instant they saw the fireworks, right up until the flowing light colored their pupils.
Some of the weaker ghosts, fleeing and scattered, looked at the vast, bright light, and a sense of courage and a will to survive bloomed in their hearts—even if only to see these fireworks again next year...
This single beam of light became their reason to live.
For most ghosts, this was the first time they had seen fireworks with their own eyes since shedding their human identities.
