Jiang Shu stood where he was, staring blankly at their retreating figures.
The two walked so close together, one with steady steps, while the other skipped along, straying from his companion's path every few steps, drawn to the stalls and vendors lining the street.
But no matter how near or far apart they were, Sheng Nian would always trot back to Yan Feizhuo's side, sticking to him like a little rice cake as he hung his "spoils" on Yan Feizhuo's hands.
In the past, Jiang Shu had only found Sheng Nian's bouncing about and chattering noisy, but now that he was no longer the one Sheng Nian returned to, Jiang Shu felt as though he was going mad.
He watched Sheng Nian and Yan Feizhuo walk hand in hand into the bustling crowd, gradually disappearing into the distance. Looking at that cheerful figure from behind, he suddenly realized that Sheng Nian was like a beautiful little tit that had once rested in his palm. He had thought he could control him, but in the blink of an eye, his beloved little bird had flapped his wings and flown back to his snowy mountain.
He was mine. We grew up together. We were engaged, and even our compatibility was so high...
Jiang Shu's emotions churned, and a dark thought suddenly rose in his mind.
Sheng Nian and Yan Feizhuo walked farther away. There was still some time before the evening's fireworks festival, so Yan Feizhuo took Sheng Nian to find a restaurant for a meal.
After eating, Sheng Nian planned to buy some souvenirs and pick up gifts for his family, so the two set off for a souvenir shop.
Sheng Nian immediately took a liking to the wooden folding screen displayed in the middle of the shop. It was embroidered