"What's so good about fireflies?"
Fu Tingyan left after saying that. He didn't return to the gazebo but walked towards his room instead.
Qin Shu took a look at the fireflies in the grass and thought that they looked like the stars in the sky. They were quite beautiful.
She glanced at the gazebo and walked over.
Inside the artificial mountain.
Fu Tingyu stood tall and upright. His black suit blended into the night.
There was only the flickering flame from his cigarette in the dark.
When the cigarette between his fingers burned out, the man who hid in the night finally moved. He stepped out of the artificial mountain and left.
Outside the courtyard wall
Shi Yan was leaning against the car door. His figure was lean and tall. He crossed his arms over his chest and held a cigarette between his fingers. He looked at the wall in front of him with his head tilted. It had been quite a while since Fu Tingyu had gone in.
