Bang!
Red, yellow, white, blue—fireworks of every color burst softly across the night sky.
Fine, scattered motes of colored light drifted down slowly, only to fade and vanish halfway.
On the rooftop of a small tavern in Central Ring District, Xuanjing City.
Wei He, Wei Ying, and Zhen Qi sat together beside a small wine table. No one recognized him.
Like the other patrons around them, they had come here at this hour to watch Xuanjing City's festival fireworks up close.
"They're so beautiful." Wei Ying raised her head and sighed in admiration. Compared to before, she was dressed far more prettily now. She had learned how to groom herself, and much of her former rustic air had faded away.
Her goose-yellow one-piece dress outlined her lovely figure.
Zhen Qi, seated beside her, wore a light-blue one-piece dress. The two dresses were identical in style, clearly custom-made in matching designs but different colors.
Zhen Qi's figure was not as good as Wei Ying's, but her bearing and looks surpassed hers. Sitting there, her eyes held tenderness only when she looked at Wei Ying; at all other times, she was cool and aloof.
"In the blink of an eye, we've already been in Taizhou for several years." Wei He looked at Wei Ying.
"Exactly. So, Little He, when are you planning to marry, like you promised me last time? You've brushed me off so many times already." Wei Ying sounded dissatisfied.
Her greatest wish now was for Wei He to marry quickly and have children, spreading the Wei family's branches and leaves.
Unfortunately, Wei He seemed to have no thoughts in that direction at all.
"Isn't it because there's no suitable candidate?" Wei He paused, then immediately shook his head.
Though Wan Qingqing's figure flashed through his mind, he now understood