That night.
Standing at a high place looking at the stars indeed seems more glamorous than looking up from one's earthly existence; it's like why many people in the city like to go to the outskirts or even mountains to stargaze.
It was around eight in the evening. At the courtyard in front of the house, she was propping up her chin and tilting her head, aimlessly gazing at the stars and the moon or merely daydreaming.
When I looked up at the sky from my home, it seemed much closer.
At that moment, Jing Chen came out from the house with a cup of milk and a small plate of snacks in his hand. He walked to Mu Lin's side, placed the snacks on the stone table, and gave the milk to her.
Mu Lin accepted it.
He sat down behind Mu Lin, casually pulling her into his arms and letting her lean comfortably against him, tilting slightly.
"Why are you up so late tonight?" Usually, by this time, Mu Lin would have been fast asleep. It seemed like she had slept quite a lot during the day.
