Suddenly, Shen Qi stuffed a handful of fireworks into Ji Cheng'an's hand. "You should light one too. Otherwise, with so many, when will I light them all?"
Though she was giving him orders, the tender tone and inflection in her voice softened Ji Cheng'an's heart. He responded with a compliant "Sure."
After a brief while of playing, Shen Qi lost interest. She leaned against Ji Cheng'an's shoulder, prompting him to light the fireworks for her.
Those five hundred yuan were truly well spent.
As the figures on the square dispersed in groups of two or three, the two of them remained seated on the steps, still with a couple of unlit fireworks beside them.
The people who had sat with them on the steps had gone by the time they finished lighting the fireworks.
There were less people, and the grand fireworks that had illuminated the entire capital were no longer being set off. The festive atmosphere was gradually dissipating.
"Qiqi~" Ji Cheng'an called softly.