C228 Looking down on Me

Her gaze was calm, but when she saw the figure standing with hands behind his back, she froze. Like a puppet with its strings cut, she turned around, bent down, and gathered the scattered flowers into her arms. Her hands looked especially pale in the moonlight as she continued picking them.

A voice as tiny as a mosquito's came from Qingge's mouth.

"You can't see me, you can't see me..