The entire lantern market was like a winding dragon of lights, and they were walking on its back. Sitting on horseback, Lian Manman's gaze moved away from the lanterns on either side and fell on Shen Liu's back.
The clamor of the crowd seemed to gradually fade away, leaving only the street filled with lights, the snowflakes filling the sky, and the silhouette in front of her. At this moment, in this scene, Lian Manman suddenly wished this road of the lantern market could be longer.
No matter what, may people live long and well, Lian Manman secretly prayed.
The lantern market street in Prefecture City was naturally not short, but eventually, everyone reached the end of the lantern market, and by then, the snow had become heavier, seemingly falling in clusters.
Although everyone felt a bit unsatisfied, they had no choice but to ride back to the mansion.
