Ping Yang wanted to say something else. However, after she saw the serious look on Fang Zhengzhi's face, she kept quiet and bit her lips.
Silence. The sun had set. The first star started to shine.
Time passed slowly.
Slowly, the moonlight shone from the corner of the sky, casting a silver glow over the two of them. From the ground, two long shadows could be seen.
Fang Zhengzhi did not interrupt Ping Yang but she did not say anything too. The two of them leaned against each other and stared into the stars in the skies and the moon.
After the rain, the grass was slightly moist. Puddles could be seen on the ground, but the fragrance of the flowers was more intoxicating. Mixed with the soil, a highly natural smell could not smelt.
After a long time, Fang Zhengzhi slowly closed his eyes. He hugged Ping Yang and leaned against a rock as he enjoyed this quiet night and intoxicating fragrance.
