East Panlou Street, the Qiqiao Market was bustling.
With carts and horses filling the market and Luo Qi crowding the street, stalls selling Qiqiao festival items lined up along the road. Children dressed in fine clothes bought newly-bloomed lotus flowers to wear on their heads, pretending to hustle down the street like grinding children.
As Lu Tong and her group disembarked from the carriage, they were dazzled by the lively scene before them.
"It's so lively here, it's almost like the Lantern Festival!" exclaimed Duan Xiaoyan.
Lu Tong looked up towards the distance.
As night deepened, the road was illuminated by the glow of colorful lights, and the joyous music from the distant Qiqiao Tower mingled with the crisp laughter of women, creating a path of lights and moonlight. There were also stages with all sorts of performances, tightrope walking, acrobatics, somersaults, and ball kicking... overwhelming the eyes.