The sweet sounds of careless laughter and meaningless conversations among the youth filled the air bringing nostalgic feelings to the old.
Qie Xieling was fascinated by the paper fortune teller origami Ah Cy brought. There were colors and numbers written on the flaps which was quite intriguing to him.
"I want to play. How do you play?" he said watching her move the folded paper.
Ah Cy moved it toward him and asked, "Pick a colour," as a strong wind blew past them causing a few strands of her hair to partially cover her face.
Qie Xieling subconsciously reached over to push her hair back and the cold light in Luo Muchen's eyes became terrifying and his gaze on Qie Xieling's hand brushing against Ah Cy's skin also became cold to the extreme.
He pressed his lips into a thin line and averted his gaze with his hands clenched in his pockets.
"I choose green," said Qie Xieling and Ah Cy began to spell,
