The dilapidated street lamps, noisy alleys, weak moonlight, exposed walls and dirty paths, everything here is incompatible with Xie Yan.
The occasional chirping of cicadas was buried by curses. Deep in the alley were people lying on the ground and young men whose outlines were blurred by darkness. Qin Fu seemed to belong here naturally.
Suddenly a cloud blocked the moon, and the light that slanted into the alley disappeared. The street lamp behind Xie Yan became the only white wall in the dilapidated wasteland.
Bright red flames danced in the darkness, and the source of light was a lit candle, inserted on a cake with only cream. Although this thing is so crude that it can't even be called a birthday cake,
But Qin Fu just knew,
Because today is his 17th birthday.
The clouds in the sky dispersed, the souls hid in the night, and there were only two bodies drowned in the sweet white snow on the ground.
(Atypical Narcissus.)
Purpose: I am bored and just looking for something to do.