Holding Xingyu in one arm, Lin Yunxiu flew to the entrance, his robes landing softly and leaving only faint starlight drifting in the air.
Xingyu clung to his shoulder, playing with his hair as her skirt fluttered lightly around her calves. She let out soft murmurs, her gaze fixed entirely on the pavilion that suddenly loomed larger before her eyes.
The pavilion stood abruptly in the void, featuring flying eaves and bucket arches, its vermilion paint looking like dripping blood. Hanging beneath the eaves were rows of white paper lanterns, inside of which red candle flames flickered, curling and writhing like living creatures and emitting a scalp-tingling, rustling sound.
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