"I apologize, miss, I didn't hear your voice! Just tell me which one you want, and I'll get it for you right now!" The lantern vendor stopped his cart, allowing An Hao to choose.
"I'll take this one." An Hao selected her lantern and was about to reach into her pocket for money when An Shuchao caught up and pulled out the money from his own pocket, handing it to the vendor.
Finally, having bought the lantern they desired, the father and daughter happily made their way home.
Suddenly, An Hao heard a series of footsteps behind them.
She abruptly stopped and turned around, her gaze sweeping the empty sides of the road, but she saw no one.
"What's wrong?" An Shuchao asked.
"I feel like someone is following us." An Hao frowned, "Dad, did you hear any footsteps just now?"
"No, I didn't. But sometimes, with age, my hearing isn't what it used to be."
"Strange..." An Hao muttered to herself, turning around to continue walking home.
