C196 On the Eve of Marriage

It was night. The clouds were light and the wind blew lightly. The twilight was deep.

Little Fan already slept, Qin Mofei and I are still in the garden swinging. It was like the first time he had ever been on a swing with me, pushing me so high.

Under the twilight, his body seemed to emit a baleful aura, like a netherworld deity patrolling the world at midnight