The music fountain at the center continued, and someone lit fireworks in the open space.
In the corner, tree branches hung low, carrying lanterns, and light permeated the pitch-black night.
Hayes Edwards originally thought Grace Winter would wait for him here while he went to get the car, but when he turned around, he saw the young girl looking sleepy.
Her expression was dazed, staring blankly at the street ahead, occasionally yawning, with tears welling up in her eyes, and her eyeballs already turning red.
Her reaction was a bit sluggish, "Hayes Edwards, why aren't you moving?"
Hayes couldn't help but smile, "I'm tired of walking so slowly with you." He walked to her, bent down, "Come on, let me carry you."
Grace Winter's eyes widened, but she didn't move.
Hayes turned his head and urged, "Come on, before I change my mind, and you'll have to spend the night here alone."
