Lu Fan gestured to Old Luo.
When the first firework shot into the sky, it wasn't loud—more like a soft sigh in the night.
Then it burst open, not into an ordinary blossom, but a golden willow tree. Its branches drooped in silky strands, as if someone had splashed a basin of liquid gold across the sky.
The girls all gasped, "Wow!"
Then, the second, third, and fourth followed...
They shot up one after another, as if setting the entire night sky ablaze.
The red ones were peonies, their layered petals unfolding in the air. Before one could fully fade, another had already bloomed in its place.
The blue ones were ocean waves, surging forward one after another until they covered half the sky.
The purple ones were nebulas, swirling and expanding, as if the Milky Way itself had been brought down to hang just above their heads.
But the most breathtaking part was the finale.
