The sunset was about to dip below the horizon, Sun Changkong sat in the fields, surrounded by other children, with the warmth of candlelight and the bloody glow of the sunset covering their faces.
Sun Changkong clasped her fingers together, placed them in front of her chest, closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and muttered to herself. Then, her cheeks slightly puffed, she blew out the candle with a "whoosh."
Kong Youling was very supportive, cheering and clapping while blinking her red eyes.
Filio twitched his ears, curiously asking, "Big sister, what wish did you make?"
"Wishes are irrelevant... only power can lead to ideals," Shang Xiaoqi said coldly, causing the people around to break into a cold sweat, startled by this edgelord's words.
"It's a secret," Sun Changkong hummed, "Anyway, it won't be like someone saying, 'Let's all die happily together.'" As she spoke, she glanced at Ji Minghuan.
