The little monk had already finished the morning recitation for tomorrow morning, so he went to frolic with Qiao Sen, who had run up to tug at Duan Yue's robe, insisting that he go set off firecrackers.
Unable to change the children's minds, Duan Yue soon got towed out the door by them.
After floating down from the roof eaves while carrying Qiao Mu, Mo Lian also followed them out.
In the pitch-black night, the single point of light from the firecracker abruptly shot out, breaking the silence in this area with a flashy bang.
Qiao Mu was a bit drowsy. Afterwards, she just fell asleep in a daze, not even knowing when Mo Lian had carried her back to her room.
She didn't really sleep well during the night because of the racket caused by the firecrackers.
