Qin Jian was carrying Chenyang on his shoulder, with one large hand tightly clutching An Hao's hand.
They moved slowly along South Street, amidst the bustling crowd.
Their eyes lingered on the colorful lanterns lining both sides of the road. Various types of lanterns shone brightly like stars in the sky, and the stream of people viewing the lanterns was endless.
This year, the street was particularly lively—not only were hundreds and thousands of lanterns adorning the night, but fireworks blossomed in the sky, painting the black canopy to resemble daylight.
Everywhere, it was a scene of radiant fireworks and blazing lights, with stars falling like rain in the wind.
"So beautiful!" An Hao gazed at the night sky, murmuring.
"I wish every day could be the Lantern Festival!" Qin Jian looked down at her, saying thoughtfully.
"Why?"
"Because you love it!" Qin Jian smiled, his dark eyes sparkling.
