Little Xixi, lively and active, had already scampered barefoot to the floor-to-ceiling window, with her little face pressed tightly against the glass, her eyes round and wide, scanning all over the place.
Suddenly, Little Xixi, as if she had discovered a new continent, exclaimed in surprise: "Mommy, look quickly, there are fireworks!"
Xia Weiyi's gaze followed the direction of Xixi's pointing finger and saw in the night sky not far away, the splendid and dazzling fireworks were blooming like scattered stars.
The bottomless black night was instantly lit up with dazzling splendor.
Little Xixi danced with excitement, pointing at the fireworks and chattering nonstop: "Mommy, look quickly, that's your name, it's your name!"
Compared to Little Xixi's hopping and bouncing, Xia Weiyi seemed much more stunned; she tilted her head, her expression a mix of surprise and flattered delight.
The fireworks formed a pattern that spelled out her own name—it bloomed with 'Xia Weiyi, I love you—'
