Frost Chills the Long Street

The night has descended, with the bright moon and myriad stars filling the sky.

The entirety of Cloud City is as bright as day.

Phoenix Flower Lanterns drift across the sky, their phoenix-shaped shadows dancing upon the lantern walls.

Parading floats, Cloud Terraces displaying rare treasures, street performers, lantern riddle booths, peddlers...

The pedestrians are as dense as woven fabric.

Jiang An'an sits inside the largest Phoenix Flower Lantern, the phoenix shadows before her eyes, the vast starry sky above her head, and the mortal bustle beneath her feet.

In the past, she spent Lunar New Year's Eve in Phoenix Creek Town; the town was also very lively, with delicious food, red lanterns, and the sound of firecrackers... Last year's eve was spent in the desolate mountains, where her brother set off fireworks for her.

This is her first time experiencing such grand festivities, as if she were in a brilliant, colorful dream that makes her linger and forget her worries—for a moment, she cannot even recall those endless calligraphy practice sheets.

For the current Jiang An'an, those practice sheets are her only sorrow.

Ye Qingyu watches over her from the side, pointing out interesting sights from time to time, occasionally casting Daoist spells to scatter rain-like light, celebrating the eve with the people of Cloud City.

Jiang An'an laughs brightly and happily, though in the midst of the excitement, she still asks, "Where is my brother?"

"I don't know." Ye Qingyu is also puzzled. "Could he have gone to prepare a New Year's gift for you?"

"Oh my." Jiang An'an holds her small face in anticipation. "I want to prepare a New Year's gift for my brother, too."

"Then let's play for a while and go down to buy him one later... Look over there!"

"Wow, so beautiful!"