The rooftop of Building 9 was spacious and refreshing. Moonlight spilled across the landscape, and the myriad lights of homes twinkled. Standing on the rooftop and gazing up at the starry sky gave one a sense of boundless serenity.
At this moment, Han Xiaoxiao, sitting on the rooftop with her legs dangling in the air, was looking at the stars. In Ling Feng's eyes, the scene was so harmonious. The breeze fluttered through her hair, giving her an aura of transcendence.
Ling Feng slowly approached Han Xiaoxiao without saying a word.
"Ever since I was little, my grandmother used to tell me that every star in the sky corresponds to an ordinary person on Earth! When that person dies, their star will fall!" Han Xiaoxiao said softly, "I used to believe it without a doubt and even tried to find out which one was mine!"
"Now that you've grown up, have you also lost the naivety and childishness of those years?" Ling Feng said softly.
