Xue Tian froze as he felt a slight weight on the bridge of his nose, and his surroundings suddenly became darker right after the object appeared above his nose.
He thought Wen Xiang wanted to buy the sunglasses for himself, but he was wrong. Wen Xiang wanted to give him the sunglasses without saying anything to him, and maybe it was because he had let the taller man borrow his sunglasses before.
Wen Xiang was like the night. The man was full of surprises.
The night was dark and scary looking, but if people had the courage to go outside, they might find a lot of interesting things.
When they looked up at the sky, they might find a sea of stars along with a large silver disk. When they used their ears to listen to their surroundings, they might hear the song of the crickets.
The night was scary, but it could also bring joy. It was like Wen Xiang in Xue Tian's eyes.
