Bailiqin held the small and delicate lotus lantern in his hand and blew it gently in his mouth. The lotus lantern suddenly seemed to come alive. The petals bloomed layer by layer, the wick was as bright as day, and the fire enveloped the entire mountain top.
There was a warm smile at the corners of his eyes and brows, but he did not dare to speak first. He stared at the girl, waiting for the compliment from his sweetheart.
Jackdaw looked at him, and his heart felt as if the sea water from the Jiyuan had been poured down, and it became colder inch by inch.