The festival lights just came on, the stars shone splendidly.
Xu Xiaoyou stood in front of a stall surrounded by a dazzling array of goods, with the bustling market behind her. It was Dragonfly Town's liveliest time of the year, with ornately decorated palanquins and processions of colorfully adorned vehicles making their way up from the foot of the mountain. Looking around, the place was brightly lit and stretched endlessly. Girls in yukatas and platform sandals walked past her, their little fans waving, hiding the changes in their facial expressions.
She bent down at a stall and picked up a delicately carved doll. The doll resembled a young girl, dressed in a bright crimson skirt with a cinnabar adornment on her forehead, wearing a hairpin in her bun, wielding two long swords, and wearing a grim mask with fangs, resembling a red fish, yet also like an evil ghost.
