It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, where all the heaven officials compete in the number of lanterns lit by people in honor of their gods. You stood looking at the sky. suddenly one of the servants announced “Wind Master's quantity - 7000 lanterns.” All the officials looked at you with wide eyes, amazement, and only your best friend, Ming Yi, who was sitting at the table and calmly ate, ignored the situation, sneaking glances at you, seems to be looking for your reaction