Yuan Xiao looked at the three of them and said, "We're quite packed together, aren't we? The street is only this wide, and there are so many people. It's only right that we're squeezed in."
Zhao Wei retorted, "Our kind of squeezing is different from theirs!"
Yuan Xiao, with his usual naïveté, asked, "How is it different?"
Zhao Wei scratched his head, "Well... if I could explain it, would I be asking you?"
"Forget it." Zhao Wei sighed.
Although Zhao Wei tended to be more thoughtful, he couldn't overcome the simplicity of Mu Chuan and Yuan Xiao.
Compared to observing whether three grown men were squeezed in or not, the two were more interested in looking at the lanterns on the street.
In Yan Country, which had relatively liberal customs among the six nations, it was common to see women strolling and admiring the lanterns. However, it was rare for men to carry lanterns, as it was considered somewhat uncoordinated, but Xiao Hen and Gu Jiao were the exceptions.
