The bookroom contained unfinished artworks and pottery by "Nan Mufeng's former lover." Jian Xi placed the glass containing the fireflies on the shelf, turned off the lights, and quietly sat on the floor, feeling a sense of peace.
The anger from being watched had already been vented.
Li Qing was just an ordinary person, blinded by so-called love, not worth her troubling or hurting.
However, she believed she would never run into Li Qing in this community again.
Jian Xi sat there and fell asleep.
She dreamed. In the dream was a grassland under a summer night, with thousands of fireflies flying around like stars falling from the sky to the earth, gleefully fluttering.
Gradually, the fireflies seemed to be summoned by something, forming two lines in the night.
Muxi
I LOVE YOU
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