CC seemed to be convinced.
Indeed.
If that money box were to be seen by the gangsters, it would surely mean trouble. It would be safer to spend it quickly.
She closed her eyes and began to think.
Even though she felt truly happy and content now, almost to the point of overflowing.
Were there still regrets?
Were there still wishes?
Immersed in past memories, a long-buried and forgotten pure wish suddenly surfaced in her mind—
"[Fireworks]."
CC said softly.
She laughed gently, with curved eyes and small dimples appearing on her charming face:
"[If I could really make a wish... I so wish to see a fireworks display, one that blooms just for me!]"
For a moment, Lin Xian held his breath.
Fireworks.
He never expected to hear this word here!
It seemed as if history was completing a circle at this moment.
600 years later, CC also had said this, also with an obsession for fireworks.
That was at the end of The Seventh Dreamland.
