On the verge of widowhood

It wasn't until the boy stood in front of the thousand-year-old tree in the garden of the city center that he really felt what it means to be "the most lively place is the most deserted".

Because people come and go here but they are fleeting, and there is a lot of people here but it is not a place to return to.

Especially late at night.

"Wait here."

After Qi Qi left a sentence, he jumped into the flower bed, and disappeared the moment he got close to the tree.

The young man and the rest of his entourage were sitting on the edge of the flower bed, dots of emerald green lit up in the darkness.

The sound of light and light breathing spread in the silence, and someone broke the silence after an unknown amount of time: "This one is the survivor of the Big Feather Fern who participated in the battle of Shasha many years ago?"

Before the young man had time to reprimand the man for being unreasonable, a chuckle sounded in the darkness: "It turns out that there are still people who remember the old man."