"It seems we can only find these candles."
After bringing Song Haoran into this seaside apartment, Luo Qiu pointed at the candles standing on the coffee table, feeling somewhat helpless.
"It sure is a sudden strange weather," Song Haoran sat down, watching the orange-red flame of the candle, "Even communication devices are damaged."
He shook his head, "This kind of thing probably only appears in movies."
Luo Qiu smiled without saying much... he couldn't exactly admit that itchy fingers had caused this urban disaster.
"By the way, where's your girlfriend?" Song Haoran looked around.
This was the fourth time he met Luo Qiu, and the previous three times, he always saw the girl who was inseparable from him.
Luo Qiu poured a glass of lemon water, casually saying, "She's tired today, so she went to rest earlier."
"Oh, let her rest more then," Song Haoran didn't seem to mind... in fact, his expression made it look like he preferred not having a third person present.
