Qiao Yi's eyes suddenly lit up.
She had never seen fireworks that could bloom in the sky, and not just one, but five consecutive blooms, each changing colors.
Qiao Yi shouted excitedly, Lu Yanchuan didn't understand why she was so thrilled; it was just a special kind of fireworks, pretty yes, but to get this excited?
"Ah ah ah!"
Qiao Yi was frantically waving her arms, Lu Yanchuan held her even tighter, fearing she might accidentally fall over.
Being held in someone's embrace, Qiao Yi turned and kissed Lu Yanchuan on the face, and it was only when he was stunned that he noticed tears in Qiao Yi's eyes.
"Old Mr. Ding succeeded! Old Mr. Ding succeeded!"
Qiao Yi hugged Lu Yanchuan tightly and screamed into his ear.
Behind them was the magnificent fireworks, and in his arms was his closest companion. Lu Yanchuan too couldn't help but be infected by this enthusiasm and kissed the back of Qiao Yi's head.