The spacious living room was illuminated by the warm chandelier, and every so often, moths would fly in through the wide-open windows, fluttering their wings as they made their way toward the chandelier, producing a faint sound.
Neither Fu Han nor Nan Qing found the intrusion of moths intolerable; they would often stare blankly at the moths colliding with the chandelier.
Perhaps due to the gradually warming weather, there were an unusual number of moths tonight, continuously crashing into the chandelier one after another. After all, it wasn't a real torch, so the moths wouldn't die upon impact.
After watching for a while, Fu Han found it boring and returned to the studio to grab a copy of "Gone with the Wind," then sat in the hammock on the balcony to read, the light illuminating her perfect profile, casting a golden glow over her.
Nan Qing lounged on the sofa playing with her phone when she suddenly asked out of the blue, "Fu Han, are Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe dating?"
