The celebration did not end until the latter half of the night.
Feng Ling took a piece of cake and two bottles of wine to find Ye Zheng.
Ye Zheng usually stayed on the first floor of Central Tower, but tonight, she was on one of the thirty-something floors near the top of the Nest Body.
There was no elevator. Feng Ling had to put in some effort to climb all the way up in one go. She set the cake and wine in front of Ye Zheng and asked, "Why did you come up so high?"
Ye Zheng gave her a faint glance and said, "Too noisy downstairs."
Feng Ling smiled unconcernedly and asked, "Did you watch the fireworks, then?"
"I did." Ye Zheng paused for several seconds, looking at the profound night sky. "They were pretty."
Feng Ling walked to the edge and sat down, reclining her upper body against the pure white roots extending from the Nest Body. Her slender calves dangled in the air below, swinging outside the building.
Neither of them spoke. They quietly watched Qingjiang City's nightscape.
After a while, Feng Ling remarked sentimentally, "Su Yuqing is really good at making these things feel ceremonial~"
"But not everyone likes it." Ye Zheng could not help recalling Su Yuqing's proposal ceremony. She frowned slightly and looked at Feng Ling. "Don't you find it awkward?"
"Awkward? Haha~ It does seem a little awkward," Feng Ling said with a laugh. "But it's also very novel. When I was little, I only saw celebrations like this on TV. I used to imagine myself as the protagonist on television. Now I finally know what it feels like to be the protagonist."
Ye Zheng asked, "Didn't you ever have birthday parties growing up?"
Feng Ling glanced at her. "Did you