C128 Uninvited Guest

Another night passed, but it was abnormally quiet.

The night sky where the stars could not be seen was bright and clean. Zhao Qingyan was curled up in her cloak, looking up at the night sky. She was hugging a stove that had lost most of its temperature.

"Young master, it's getting late, do you want to go back?" Ran Hao, who had been standing three steps away