The night has gradually descended, with shadows floating across the sky, while vibrant colors light up the earth below to combat the darkness.
The light show is fully illuminated, with the fountain of lights, bright color screens, and various roller coasters all lighting up. The screams of tourists and the light trails of the high-speed wheel swiftly fly through the air.
Mu Qiu and Zhao Yu found a place to sit down; after walking in high heels for a while, their feet felt a bit tired.
Qing Rong was alone, looking for the exit to the greenery maze.
Zhao Yu stretched his neck to look at Qing Rong, who was tall enough to still see his back from afar.
"Wow, what a coincidence! We happened to meet here."
Mu Qiu was still holding her phone, messaging Cheng Zhirang. Upon hearing this, she responded with a sound, then continued sending messages while saying, "We need to line up at the castle after we leave, because the fireworks are about to start."
Zhao Yu looked at her speechlessly.
