C1084 External Novel the Legend of the Acacia Tree

Night, dark as ink.

The crickets' cries in the villa garden never stopped. In this quiet night, it sounded very noisy. However, it also had the original harmony of this world.

The main bedroom on the second floor of the villa was lit. The orange light penetrated through the thick curtains and shone on the Acacia Tree outside the window that was blooming