Stars covered the magnificent night sky everywhere.
Li Beinian put on Mu Xichen's coat and sat on the grass.
There was an overwhelming sound of grass behind her as his footsteps approached, slow, calm, and steady.
Li Beinian didn't need to look back to see who it was.
Looking up at the beautiful starry sky that she had never seen before in her past two lives, the corners of her lips raised in a satisfying arc and she said softly, "It's beautiful."
Mu Xichen glanced at the sky above his head.
The starlight was clear in the large area.
He had also thought it was beautiful the first time he saw it.
But he had become numb to it after years of bloody battles.
Now, when he looked up, the sky was the sky, the stars were the stars. It didn't matter if it was beautiful.
But when he heard this, he still looked up subconsciously.
