The fireworks festival, boasting the name "The Last Summer Fireworks," lasted from seven-thirty to eight-thirty, a full hour.
Fireworks were beautiful, but after more than ten minutes, they seemed boring, and after half an hour, you would almost want to leave.
Dubian Che glanced around and whispered to Jiutiao Meijie that he was ready to go eat something.
"I'll go with you." Jiutiao Meijie, equally bored, stood up.
At this moment, the booming sounds of fireworks were incessant, her face illuminated by the fireworks, and her dress and long hair fluttering in the night breeze made Dubian Che momentarily think he really saw a fairy of the night.
Jiutiao Meijie, with a trace of a smile in her eyes, glanced at Dubian Che who was staring at her and reached out her hand.
Coming back to his senses, Dubian Che took it with a smile.
Seeing the two leave their seats, the organizers, who had been hiding somewhere, suddenly appeared.
