The summer night in the mountains had already dissipated the day's heat, and with gentle breezes caressing the face, it felt like a baby's soft hand.
The distant mountains, shrouded in the night, appeared serene and mysterious.
Flutter, flutter, a disturbance; a night-flying bird flew overhead, startling the crickets in the grass, silencing their chorus.
Lu Yi, seeing An Ran sitting elsewhere in the courtyard staring into the distance in a daze, patted Changsheng's little head, instructing him to go inside to sleep, and walked over directly.
The big yellow dog lay by An Ran's feet, dozing, wagged its tail without even lifting its head upon hearing the sound.
These past few days, these people have been coming in and out daily; it already knew they were guests of the family, even distinguished ones.
Lu Yi grabbed a stool and sat beside An Ran, idly stroking the big yellow dog's fur, noticing An Ran's heavy expression, he asked, "An Ran, what's wrong?"
