On the second-floor terrace, Alii glanced at the boy lying beside her as she turned a page, and at that moment, the boy happened to open his eyes.
Li Zhiyuan straightened his back and sat up, his gaze sweeping over the fields in the distance, which appeared like an ink painting under the gloomy sky.
In their previous exchanges, he could feel the body's "perfunctory" nature; it was performing its past rigid impression.
The acting was impeccable, but the difference was that it hadn't made progress during this period, and this was the biggest problem.
With Alii's accompanying him, Li Zhiyuan went downstairs and arrived at the basement entrance.
In the cool corner at the door, a large black mass lay sprawled.
When Xiao Hei heard footsteps, it lifted its head but didn't stand up, only squirmed with its belly and clawed the ground to yield the iron door.
Now that it's gradually getting hotter, this place is cool, so Xiao Hei chooses to nap here.
Li Zhiyuan looked down at it.
