Two strips of red fabric were tightly intertwined, swaying gently in the wind.
Qi Ruigang held Mo Lan's hand and said, "Let's go back."
"Let go of me." Mo Lan struggled silently, but Qi Ruigang gripped even tighter, refusing to let go.
With his large hand, he tightly held her soft little hand.
Beside them, a couple was also making a wish.
The girl said to the boy, "I heard there's a Goddess of Mercy of love on the mountain. If lovers worship her, they can be together forever. Why don't we go and find her?"
The boy glanced at the nearby mountain and shook his head, "Let's not go. The mountain path is hard to walk; what if you get hurt?"
The girl laughed, "Then let's not go."
Qi Ruigang raised his eyebrows slightly and looked toward the mountain.
Mo Lan felt alarm bells ringing in her heart: "What are you doing?! I'm not going to the mountain with you!"
Qi Ruigang chuckled and led her toward a little monk selling red strings.
