"Thank you!"
Branley Sinclair took the rose, sniffing it gently.
It was fragrant.
"Ouch..."
Unintentionally, her pale, tender hand was pricked.
A droplet of blood emerged instantly at the site of the wound.
"Let me."
Finnegan Springs pinched Branley Sinclair's hand and gently sucked it with his lips.
"Thank you, husband."
Branley Sinclair smiled happily.
It was as if the prick didn't hurt at all.
"Look!"
Finnegan Springs moved his mouth away, pointing toward the sky not far off.
Early summer, night hadn't fallen yet.
The sky was just slightly dark.
"What?"
Branley Sinclair withdrew her hand, eyes fixed on the direction Finnegan Springs was pointing.
There was nothing there.
Bang!
Just then, a sound came through.
Brilliant fireworks streaked the night sky, exploding in an instant!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Then came a series of sounds.
Countless fireworks shot up like meteors.
Blooming!
The sky seemed to be lit up completely.
