When the blue hour started at night in the capital, the lights turned on, and it was as bright as day.
At the plaza in the middle of the street not far from the night market, a colorful Christmas tree about ten meters tall attracted many people to stop and take photos. Song Fengwan hid half of her face in her scarf and tilted her head to look at the Christmas tree.
There were many vendors selling things such as luminous balloons, flashing cat ears, and deer antler headbands here. It was exceptionally lively.
She was busy studying and had had no time to come to the city center. The festive atmosphere was already very strong.
"Little Sister, do you want to take a picture?" Duan Linbai was still wearing that mink coat and a mask, so his face couldn't be seen clearly.
"No thanks." Song Fengwan did want to take a photo as a memento, but she was too embarrassed.
