Perhaps it was the beauty of the night scene, or maybe it was the surrounding silence, but people always tend to grow melancholic and sentimental.
Chu Ge propped up the back of his head with both hands, as he silently gazed into the sky, lost in thoughts about his childhood days.
Back then, he was naive, lively, mischievous, and quite a handful.
But now, after the passage of time, he was no longer the child he used to be.
While Chu Ge was lost in his thoughts, Huo Tianqian, too, couldn't sleep and came out from his room.
Chu Ge's hearing was very sharp; he heard the noise, recognizing the footsteps as those of Huo Tianqian.
"What's the matter, you can't sleep either?"
Huo Tianqian was standing in the open space, ready to practice some Boxing when suddenly a familiar voice descended from above, giving him a start.
