The sounds of exclamations, praises, and shouts merged into a new wave, overpowering the original clamor.
The crowd involuntarily surged towards the riverbank, standing on tiptoe, craning their necks.
The lantern boat was indeed closer.
The ship was clearly visible, with several layers of pavilions, flying eaves and dougong, carved beams and painted rafters, and at this moment, every contour was outlined clearly with dense lanterns.
At the top of the ship, there was a continuously rotating lotus lamp, with layers of petals able to open and close, scattering countless tiny points of light, like a golden rain of flowers, creating ripples in the murky river.
As the ship moved, two long trails of light dragged across the water, merging with the reflections of the lights from both banks, transforming the entire river into a flowing river of light.
Qin Qingluo glanced sideways and saw Chen Yi standing on tiptoe in the crowd, gazing at the distant lantern boat.
