On the Lantern Festival, which fell on the fifteenth day of the first month of the lunar year, people would be busy making flower lanterns, solving riddles and eating sweet dumplings.

With her hands held tightly in a pair of dry, warm hands, Lin Mengya found herself following behind Long Tianyu, floating along like duckweed.

She was distracted by what Baisu had done. In fact, Baisu had a woeful tale to tell. But Lin Mengya could not retain her, for herself or ...