"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Ninety-eight fireworks, very long, very long.
Mou Keyan hugged her knees, sitting on the beach, as the Jiang wind gradually grew stronger, blowing her hair into a frenzy.
She tilted her head back to look at the sky, where the starscape above was like a black canvas that was splashed with colorful paint every few seconds.
"Aren't you going to make a wish?"
Lu Jincheng's voice rang out next to her ear.
"What's the use of making a wish under the same fireworks?"
Mou Keyan turned her gaze away, staring blankly at the cold moon reflected in the Jiang River.
"No, look! There's one in the middle!"
"It's a shooting star!"
Mou Keyan's shoulder was patted forcefully, and she looked up at the sky again.
She opened her mouth in astonishment.
Above their heads, a long shooting star sliced across the sky at an angle. Despite being hidden among the multitude of stars and fireworks, its light was still dazzling, like the Milky Way pouring down.
