"Could it have gone out to play?" After looking around for a while, Wu Yue asked speculatively.
Yan Chiyu didn't answer. He suddenly asked, "Did you hear anything?"
The boy's eyes sparkled, yet remained slightly cold.
"Um?"
Wu Yue paused, fell silent, and listened intently. Faintly, she could hear the sounds of cheerful and joyful string and wind instruments, suona horns, and trumpets coming from somewhere several streets away.
"That guy Ye Yue is playing the prophet..." Wu Yue silently moved to Yan Chiyu's side, snuggling close to him. She hugged his arm tightly, pressing her cheek against his finely crafted clothes. The soft fabric carried the unique azure fragrance of a young man, permeating her very being.
The girl said in a trembling voice, "It's eerie and chilling. Could it be a parade of a hundred ghosts?"
As soon as she said that, she couldn't help but let her mind wander, imagining all sorts of scenarios. Her heart was pounding in her chest and bobbing up and down in her throat.
"Judging from this voice and this atmosphere, let's get married." Yan Chiyu looked at the pendant on his arm with amusement. One second he was full of vigor, and the next he was so cowardly that he wanted to crawl into the ground. The contrast was huge.
"Huh...what does that mean?"
"Someone else has done what Lao Que and the others didn't."
Yan Chiyu explained. His gaze pierced through the darkness, looking into the distance, as deep as the midnight sea, its lazy, indifferent light colder than the moon and cooler than water.
The hotel guests were all awakened by the noise. Some of the bolder ones pulled back the curtains and looked on with curious expressions, as if watching a show. A few of the slightly bolder ones peeked through a small gap in the curtains. Others, the less daring ones, put on their headphones, listened to their favorite songs, turned on their bedside lamps, wrapped themselves in their blankets, and trembled.
Although Que Guanghuai was curious, he held back, remembering Ye Yueyao's instructions.
Upon hearing the sound of the trumpet and suona, Mu Liuguang's already pale face turned even colder and paler, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.
“Liu Guang…?” Que Guanghuai stared at her with concern.
The girl raised her hand tremblingly, her breath ragged, and whispered, "Wait...wait a minute. Don't come near me, please let me calm down for a while. Thank you."
Que Guanghuai paused, standing still without taking the next step.
Under the warm yellow light, he was facing away from his back, so his face was not visible.
The light and shadow outlined his gentle facial features, but his body was tense and uneasy.
The guests who drew back the curtains to look saw that the streetlights on the previously empty street suddenly disappeared, the traffic lines on both sides of the road gradually became blurred, and a wedding procession dressed in modern clothes appeared very strangely in the middle of the street.
Everyone opened their eyes wide in horror, wondering if they were still dreaming.
They could vaguely see a paper cart being carried, but the other figures were indistinct...
Inside the paper cart was a woman dressed in a traditional Chinese wedding gown, her makeup deathly pale, devoid of any color.
The wedding music continued until late into the night.
Later, according to some of the bolder people, they heard the sound of crying in the middle of the night, all seemingly calling out the same person's name.
They couldn't hear what the name was.
"Lord Night Moon, what is this?" The butter cake wasn't afraid and watched the whole thing, but it was something that she, being so young, found very intriguing.
Seeing Su Youbing's 'uncultured and ignorant' look, Ye Yueyao gently stroked her soft flaxen hair with his large hand and began to explain with a soft smile.
The night poured in through the window, and the darkness merged with him; he came from the darkness and stopped before the faint light.
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