Saying it was catching stars was really just the rambling of a drunkard. Feitao was completely intoxicated, entirely unable to tell north from south, stumbling forward toward wherever there was light, regardless of what stood in her path.
The small river wasn't very far from the village, and this was the only way back.
Seen from afar, the lit-up lanterns looked just like the stars in Feitao's imagination. That was why she ran like that, as if she could leave all her sorrow far behind her, making sure it could never catch up.
Chapter 248