"I also find it beautiful." Jasmine Yale looked down and moved her feet, it truly was both pretty and interesting.
"However, I hope you don’t attract too much attention." Yukon Carbon curled his lips, "Co on, let’s keep strolling."
Jasmine laughed.
She followed Yukon, walking ahead.
With every step, the silver bells on her feet jingled "dang dang".
She saw many girls like herself, and naturally, so were more extravagant.
So were adorned with various accessories, becoming the center of attention as they walked.
The night air carried a sense of indulgence and allure, the deep night sky vast and endless, like a profound ocean filled with treasures to yearn for.
Not only was it a visual feast, but a taste sensation as well.
The fragrance of flowers and wine was everywhere, along with the enticing aroma of barbecue, accompanied by the scent of burning wood.
"There’s a performance over there, let take you to see it, but promise not to push through." Yukon pointed ahead.
"Sure, sure," Jasmine responded like a cheerful little girl.
Yukon looked at her innocent face and smiled helplessly.
He held Jasmine’s hand tightly, afraid she might get lost or bumped into.
Jasmine obediently followed him, never leaving his side.
The performance was exciting, featuring a tattooed shirtless man showcasing his unique fire-breathing skills.
The entire scene was lively, and the music was deafening.
In their country, such performances were common, Jasmine had seen many.
But abroad, they were rare; Jasmine watched with great interest.
The fla lit up her fair face, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, charming, gentle, tranquil.
When she looked up at the performance, Yukon liked to lower his head and tenderly gaze at her beside him.
Several tis, caught up in the mont, she almost forgot she was pregnant and nearly jumped up.
However, whenever this happened, Yukon would hold her wrist down.
Jasmine would smile sheepishly at him.
How could she have forgotten she was pregnant again?
Strolling along, Jasmine really did see the indigenous dance.
She watched with wide eyes, filled with novelty and surprise.
She hadn’t seen these before, even in the past, she rarely watched performances; her curiosity was as great as a child’s.
She watched intently, the evening breeze lifting her long hair, her complexion rosy under the flower crown, complenting its colors.
Unintentionally, Yukon quietly held her hand.
Jasmine was so engrossed she didn’t notice.
By the ti she noticed, Yukon had already let go.
Being with Yukon, he never made her feel uncomfortable or disgusted, always considering her feelings.
When they were tired, he took her to sit on a chair on the lawn.
Sotis viewing the sky, sotis watching the crowd.
Sotis they chatted idly, sotis neither said a word.
The gentle evening breeze blew, Jasmine loved nights like this, feeling totally relaxed without any burden.
The crowd was lively, with dancing, singing, celebrating.
The bonfire burned brightly, illuminating everyone’s face.
"Can we sing? I want to sing," Jasmine smiled.
"I’ve never heard you sing before, sing for ," Yukon said with interest.
"Not that I haven’t sung, but I sing badly, no...very badly," Jasmine laughed slyly.
"Your voice is so lovely, how could it be unpleasant when you sing? Let be the judge of that, go ahead and sing."
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