July 20, Bai Ke's home.
The night had deepened, with a sliver of moonlight hiding behind the fish-scale clouds. Cicadas were incessantly chirping in the verdant old trees. As the wind blew and leaves fell, the crisp moonlight filtered through the window into the house.
The birthday party was nearing its end when Yuri finally woke up leisurely, stretched out on the carpet, yawned, and licked its own paws.
Then, just as it thought about moving to a quieter place to sleep, it was suddenly scooped up by Zi Ling and held in an embrace, used as a backboard for her sketchbook.
At the same time, everyone in the living room was planning to cap off the event with Yin Zhi's singing. But not long after, with a shout from Wenna on the rooftop, everyone became well-behaved and promptly dismissed the idea.
"Seems like it's fate,"
Yin Zhi said, spreading his hands, placing the microphone back on the table, yawning, and continuing to read his book with downcast eyes.
