Will everything come back?
Hong Yuan already had the answer in his heart, but he didn't say much.
He just turned his gaze to the dragon and lion dance parade, looking at the thin yet resilient Power of Incense Fire.
For some reason, he suddenly recalled more than a hundred years ago, when he too, like that father and daughter in front, took Mo Yue'er to stroll Flower Street, appreciate flower lanterns, and exchange New Year gifts.
Thoughts drifted away, memories rushed in like tides.
…
On the bamboo path in front of the White Frost Stone House, Yue'er suddenly called Hong Yuan.
"Uncle, put me down. I have a gift for you." Yue'er said mysteriously.
"Oh? A gift... How coincidental, I also have a gift for you." Hong Yuan said warmly.
Hong Yuan put Yue'er down on the green stone path, and then the two turned tacitly to take out their gifts.
An ordinary, crude peace charm...
An exquisite and beautiful Phoenix Feather Butterfly...
