Lin Zhenzhen looked up and saw a black mask.

Without the slightest hesitation, she reached out and took off the mask.

In the darkness, a pair of unusually bright eyes appeared before her.

Xuanyuan Zhao shook his head with a hint of helplessness, and his originally sharp eyebrows relaxed a little.

Wei Wu couldn't help but interject, "Miss Ling, you can't just take off this mask."

"Why?" Lin Zhenzhen looked at the mask in her hand. The pure black background was like the clothes that Xuan Yuanzhao usually wore, but there was a white thread on it, running from left to right through the center of his lips.

"because......"

"Alright, Wei Wu, you may leave now." Xuan Yuanzhao interrupted Wei Wu and took the mask back from Lin Zhenzhen's hand.

He then handed her another white one, and Lin Zhenzhen immediately understood that it was a matching pair with his.

She gestured to her face and asked, "Is this how you wear it?"

Xuan Yuanzhao did not answer. His cool fingers quickly ran across her scalp, securing the rope behind the mask firmly to the back of Lin Zhenzhen's head.

"Now it's all right."

"Thank you." Lin Zhenzhen found it amusing, and her tone became cheerful.

Today she wore the simplest hairstyle, which was simply her hair divided into two sections and then haphazardly wrapped around them with a red string.

A lot of short, choppy hairs peeked out from the middle, standing straight up. Under the light, they looked like fluffy rabbit tails.

With a slight twitch of its tail, it brushed against Xuanyuan Zhao's chest, and then his throat involuntarily moved.

"It's so lively up ahead." Lin Zhenzhen stopped and observed her surroundings for a moment. She tugged at Xuan Yuanzhao's sleeve and said, "Let's go take a look."

"good."

The two walked side by side, merging into the endless stream of people.

Each couple around me held a lantern in their hand, and the light gradually blurred as it approached, like a slowly moving sea of ​​orange lights.

Xuanyuan Zhao left for a moment, and when he returned, he was holding a lantern in his hand.

"So beautiful." Lin Zhenzhen gazed at the full moon in the sky and couldn't help but sigh. She turned her head to look at the person beside her, then took Xuan Yuanzhao's hand. "I'm afraid we'll get separated. Can I hold your hand?"

Because she was wearing a mask, her voice sounded muffled and buzzing.

Xuanyuan Zhao hummed in agreement, then reached back and firmly covered her with his large hand.

[Ding! Male lead's affection level +5, current affection level 75. Reminder to fill in the face-slapping plot.]

Lin Zhenzhen slowly moved toward his position, bringing the two closer together.

She asked knowingly, "Wei Wu said this mask can't be taken off casually, is there some kind of rule about it?"

Xuanyuan Zhao stiffened for a moment as he felt their bodies close together.

"This mask is like a token. If one person's mask ends up in the hands of another, it means that the two are in love and have chosen to pledge their lives to each other in this way."

Xuanyuan Zhao paused for a moment, then added, "This is just a custom of Xihuang, there's no need to worry about it."

Lin Zhenzhen chuckled lightly, then said, "I see, how silly. It's just taking off a mask, what's the big deal?"

She looked straight ahead and said slowly, "If someone doesn't love you, nothing can hold them back. Look at us, our fifteen-year engagement was dissolved just like that, wasn't it?"

Her relieved expression seemed to ignite a fire in Xuan Yuanzhao's heart.

He lowered his head, about to say something, when the crowd in front of him suddenly stirred.

A crisp gong sound resounded through the sky.

"The hair clip-grabbing event is about to begin this year. If you want to win this hair clip for your girlfriend, please hurry up and move forward."

Atop the towering city gate, a sphere gleaming red light hangs.

The so-called "head flower" is actually an ordinary flower ball inlaid with the inner core of a spirit beast. However, this year's one seems to be a little different; Lin Zhenzhen vaguely sensed a familiar aura from it.

Seeing that she was staring intently at that spot, Xuanyuan Zhao spoke up.

"want to?"

"Forget it." Lin Zhenzhen withdrew her gaze, feigning indifference, and said, "So many people fighting over one ball, it's too much trouble."

Before she could finish speaking, a loud bang was heard in the sky, and magnificent fireworks bloomed in the night sky.

At the same time, countless figures leaped up from the ground and headed towards the city wall.

Xuanyuan Zhao left behind the words "Wait for me," and then suddenly disappeared from the spot.

In such a scene, only cultivators who are somewhat confident in their own cultivation level can rush up; ordinary people should just stay below and watch the excitement.

Some people even took out their own sunflower seeds and dried fruit, and brought out stools, ready to savor this annual event. But in the blink of an eye, the competition came to an end.

"Congratulations to this young master for winning this year's hair accessory!"

The crowd erupted in uproar.

They stared at the man in black and began to whisper among themselves.

"Whose young master is this? I've never seen him before."

A cultivator who had come to participate in the Spirit Refining Conference said, "His movement technique and attire seem somewhat like those of Young Master Xuanyuan of the Cloud Dragon Kingdom."

His companion immediately denied it: "Why would Young Master Xuanyuan come to steal the hairpin? Everyone knows he is not interested in women."

"But I vaguely remember hearing that he had a fiancée."

"Hey, let's see which way he goes."

Xuanyuan Zhao carried the lantern in one hand and walked down the city wall, only to find that Lin Zhenzhen was no longer there.

Outside the crowd, in front of a deserted street stall.

The girl was half-squatting, and perhaps finding the mask in the way, she simply took it off and hung it on her arm.

"Grandma, how much are these river lanterns for you?"

The mother-in-law smiled and said, "You can give me whatever you think is appropriate. Young people don't like the things this old woman makes, so they don't sell."

"Nonsense, it's obviously so pretty." Lin Zhenzhen picked out a rabbit pattern, then thought for a moment and picked up another one with a green face and fangs.

A familiar sandalwood scent wafted from behind her. Lin Zhenzhen looked up at Xuan Yuanzhao, waved, and laughed, "I'm here!"

Xuanyuan Zhao was momentarily stunned by her bright smile, and the words of reproach he was about to say were swallowed back down.

Well, it's good to have a bit of youthful spirit now and then.

Lin Zhenzhen stared at the bouquet in his hand and said in surprise, "You really got it? Then I have to give you a gift too."

She stretched out one hand, her fair and jade-like palm spread out in front of her.

Xuanyuan Zhao then noticed that her hands were so small and looked very soft.

Lin Zhenzhen said with a grin, "Lend me some money first."

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In the crowded throng, a couple attracted the attention of passersby.

The two walked side by side toward the moat.

The man, tall and handsome, wore a black mask and casually twirled the pom-pom he wore that night. The woman, head bowed, played with the rabbit-shaped river lantern in her hand.

Most importantly, the mask that should have been on her face had been removed at some point.