It was a long night, and she had no mood to sleep. There were thousands of things on her mind.
Zheng Ren could not fall asleep without a reply from Yiren. He decided to enter the system space and see if the system would equip him with a microscope and try to use light forceps.
In the system space, the air was fresh, and the thatched house and the little white fox looked even more realistic.
Zheng Ren wasn't in a hurry either. The troubles in his heart couldn't be cut out, and it was still a mess.
Sitting by the pond, Zheng Ren and the little white fox had a long conversation.
The awkwardness of the night accumulated in her heart like lactic acid. Zheng Ren was afraid that he would go crazy if he did not confide in her.
He felt that the smile on the little white Fox's lips was getting wider and wider, and the feelings of mockery and ridicule were apparent on the paper.
Zheng Ren felt a little better after he poured everything out.
