C1084 Out of the Story the Legend of the Acacia Tree

The night was black as ink.

The crickets in the garden of the house never stopped. In the quiet night, it sounded very noisy, but it also had the original harmony of this world.

The light in the master bedroom on the second floor of the villa was on. The orange light penetrated the thick curtains and shone on the acacia tree that was in bloom outside the window