Ming Ge was taken aback, her dense, curling long lashes trembled, and the depths of her eyes spilled tiny, scattered stars.
She smiled and replied.
"You're welcome."
"..."
Jiang Xing'er didn't speak.
Ming Ge turned to avoid the light and lay down, pulling out her phone from underneath the pillow, opened QQ Music, and with the lowest volume, played a pure melody piano piece without lyrics.
The beautiful tune of "Castle in the Sky" immediately flowed quietly inside the room...
Jiang Xing'er suffered from fear of darkness and confined spaces, and in the past, she always needed to leave a small light on when sleeping. Ming Ge hadn't expected that, even after two years, this habit of hers had not changed.
Oh, and this "Castle in the Sky" piece was also one of Jiang Xing'er's bedtime rituals.
