Summer Ford drove the car to the seaside, found a spot to park, and then the two of them switched to a cruise ship to get to the island.
The whole island was still very quiet. On the road from the sea toward the villa deep within the island, Summer unexpectedly found that the trees on both sides were lit up like blazing fireworks again tonight.
Just like on the night of her birthday.
"Why did you keep it like this?" She walked a few steps forward, lifted her head, and stared up at the treetops where the leaves blocked out the sky.
The trees were decorated with colored lights, orange ones.
The branches on this street stretched out along both sides, angling toward the middle, as if they were echoing each other from afar.
Once the lights turned on, they made the whole street look like a starlit avenue, boundless brilliance setting Nocturne on fire.
"Do you like it kept like this all the time?" Ethan Laurent followed behind her, asking lightly.
