Song Xiang followed Yan Han, tugging at the corner of his clothes, and kept reflecting.
Yan Han walked in front carrying a lantern, listening to Song Xiang's reflection, but he didn't say anything soft.
Her scar has healed and she has forgotten the pain, so she needs to be treated well, otherwise something will happen sooner or later.
He walked too fast, and a large crowd suddenly appeared in front of him, forcing him to stop immediately.
Song Xiang lowered her head and followed him, just admitting her mistake. Unexpectedly, he suddenly stopped and bumped into his back.
Ouch.
Yan Han heard her cry out in pain and turned his head subconsciously.
"What's wrong?"
Song Xiang covered her mouth, her expressions tangled together.
He gave her a stern look, "Don't pretend, what you just hit was your head."
Song Xiang put down her hand, patted his chest with both hands, and opened her mouth, "See for yourself!"
Yan Han looked over, caught a bit of blood on the tip of her tongue, frowned and said, "What happened?"
Song Xiang hissed and curled his lips, "You were walking too fast. I was walking while talking and suddenly bumped into you, and accidentally bit my tongue."
Yan Han's expression was serious, and he pulled her to the side to stand still. His eyes signaled to the bodyguards to block the situation. He put down the things in his hands and raised his hand to hold Song Xiang's mouth.
"Open your mouth wide."
"ah--"
Song Xiang looked at him steadily, probably he had forgotten what happened just now, and was secretly happy.
"It hurts."
"You deserve it." His tone was fierce, and he turned around and asked Yan Song to go around and see if there was any pharmacy.
Song Xiang quickly stopped him, "It doesn't hurt too much."
"It doesn't hurt very much?"
"hold head high."
"Forget it, you continue to reflect."
Song Xiang:???
She blinked and immediately covered her mouth, "It hurts——!"
Yan Han: "..."
He snorted, raised his hand and pinched Song Xiang's neck, "Have you learned bad things?"
Song Xiang took the opportunity to get into his arms and rubbed his chest, "I know I was wrong. Next time I see a stray cat on the roadside, I will ask it how many cats it has in the family, okay?"
Yan Han laughed softly and held the person in his arms with one hand.
Forget it, it probably can't be cured, so what else can I do besides protecting it carefully.
"Forgive you for now."
Song Xiang smiled and looked up at him, "Then why don't you go watch someone put up sky lanterns?"
"Want to go?"
"Um."
Yan Han glanced around and saw that there were as many people as dumplings.
The bodyguards squeezed a way out and let them go out from the side.
Song Xiang was protected by Shun Han in his arms, and he still remembered to block his injured arm to prevent others from touching him.
They didn't buy a sky lantern, they only had this small flower lantern.
When we arrived at the grassland behind the temple, there was already a sea of people. Countless lamps had been lit, waiting for the temple bells to ring and then be released together.
"Are you sure you don't want to?" Yan Han asked Song Xiang again before the bell rang.
Song Xiang shook his head. If he put on the light and squeezed into the crowd, it would be easy to hurt his arm.
Standing at a high place, they can see the whole scene, and they can just make a wish when the time comes.
As long as the local gods know some rules, they have to take care of international friends.
Boom——
The bell rings.
There was cheering all around.
Song Xiang leaned closer to Yan Han and saw the sky lanterns starting to rise in front of her. She quickly closed her eyes.
Yan Han couldn't help but laugh when he saw her acting like a thief.
Song Xiang muttered a few words in a low voice and quickly opened his eyes.
The number of sky lanterns in the sky gradually increased, from a few at first to "dumplings under the sky" soon.