In the evening, Meng Chuyuan and the others walked back in the afterglow, admiring the natural beauty of the town along the way.
The street lights lit up as night fell. The lake surface glowed with a faint blue light, and the reflection of the houses appeared on the water.
The evening breeze blew gently, and the willow branches on the shore swayed with the wind, making rustling sounds. A group of people was walking slowly on the street.
"Is Brother Qi coming back tonight?" Ting Jiu suddenly thought of this and asked curiously, "Will I be free tomorrow?"
Qi Yan walked in front and maintained a distance of about a meter from them.
Ting Jiu's words were casual but crucial, and Qi Yan happened to hear them.
She had almost forgotten that Qi Zhen was coming back.
"Freedom?" When Meng Chuyuan heard this, she asked in confusion, "Are you leaving?"
