Curious, I got up, brushing snow off my coat, and followed him along the narrow path leading to a quaint row of wooden stalls.
The market was a riot of colors and sounds, alive with chatter and laughter. Bright stalls overflowed with trinkets, handmade ornaments, and souvenirs that gleamed under the soft winter sunlight.
Tourists mingled with locals, snapping photos and tasting little treats while the smell of baked goods and roasted nuts filled the air.
Su Ye's hand found mine as we navigated the crowded aisles. "Let's get some souvenirs," he said, voice low, eyes scanning the bustling scene.
I nodded, excitement bubbling up. "Sounds perfect."
We moved from stall to stall, picking out small gifts for everyone—Grandpa Su, Yun Si, Gu Yan, even Su Ye's father and his second wife. I laughed softly as I picked up tiny ornaments and keychains, tucking them into my shopping bag.
