C1036 Silence

It was the same night when Leng Shaoheng returned.

In the dark sky, Leng Shaoheng stood at the entrance of the small garden. The white flower basket hung high on the narrow door. Leng Shaoheng had to lower his head to enter the European gate.

Leng Yanmo had developed the habit of watching the night sky alone at night. The cold stars in the night sky always looked like mother's eyes. At night