"Speaking of which, Mr. Wu's birthday is coming soon." Bai Lan lay on her back on a chair on the balcony, with unfinished marshmallows in her arms.
I fantasize about a table full of feasts, time alone, and Liu Daogui's satisfied smile.
"It must be delicious." Bai Lan licked her fingers with her tongue and narrowed her eyes slightly.
No one responded in the empty and silent room.