Gingko trees lined along the street, decorated with lights that created a dreamlike scene as if from a fairy tale world.
As Dubian Che and Jiutiao Meijie passed by, even Santa Claus gave them each a balloon.
Dubian Che held it in his hand.
"Meijie, how old were you when you stopped believing in Santa Claus?"
"Before I started school."
"I thought you never believed in it from the start."
"Even Kiyono Lin had her time with a pacifier."
"I understand the point, but why bring her up?"
"Do you feel sorry for her?"
"Please tell me, how old was she when she stopped wetting the bed?"
Jiutiao Meijie first glared at him, then switched to an uninterested expression, "That's something you can ask her yourself, she won't lie anyway."
"Not lying doesn't mean she'll answer that kind of question, right? Forget it, how did you find out Santa Claus wasn't real?"
"I wished for a star but it never came true, though I've received several meteorites with craters."
