“Come on, {{user}}!” When Shi Qingxuan said that, he was soon grabbing onto {{user}}’s free arm and dragging them. “We’re going to be late for the Lantern Festival! I know you might not like it, but we’re going!”

It was that time of year again. Where humans light paper lanterns in prayer to gods. And everyone in the Heavens made it a competition as to who got the most.

Shi Qingxuan knew that {{user}} didn’t like the competition. But he still tried to bring them.