Love has arrived!

  The night is getting deeper.

  Qian Ye blinked, gazing at the starry sky outside the tent.

  "I really like it here, let's come here when we're not in a good mood next time, okay?"

  Murong Ice smiled at him, her eyes sparkling like stars in the sky: "As long as you like it."

  "It's late." Mu Jue Bing pulled out a space blanket from the other end of the tent, "Get in and sleep."

  Qian Wei looked around and asked strangely: "Why is there only one bed? What about you?"

  Mo Jie still smiled, it seems his girlfriend was indeed a life idiot: "How much stuff do you think our backpacks can hold. If you're tired, just sleep. I'll sit here at night."

  Qian Wei's head immediately shook like a rattle drum: "You don't sleep, I won't sleep either!"

  "Idiot!" Mu Jue Bing stuffed her into the quilt while explaining, "I can smell smoke and I won't be able to sleep."

  Who would have thought that Xiaoyao immediately became interested: "Why? You seemed to say that you hated the firelight especially last time!"

  "Do you really want to listen?!"

  Mo Jie looked at her with a "must-know" expression and asked.

  "Mmm." Qian Ruoyi nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

  Looks like she's not planning on sleeping tonight.

  Alright, he simply wrapped her in his arms again, only this time using the quilt and clothes to cover him tightly, ensuring she wouldn't be chilled by the night wind again. Hehe, he didn't want to plant another night-blooming rose!

  "When I was a kid, I experienced a fire." He began to recall.

  I was seven years old. At that time, I was still too young, although Mu Qingyun put me in that small house, my heart was still hoping that he would care about me a little bit. That year, Mu Bingju, it was my sister's fifth birthday, and Mu Qingyun held a big birthday party for her. The birthday cake that day was especially beautiful, with five-colored candles on top, I really liked those lit flames...

  "Was it that day's fire?!" Qian Ruoyi looked at him with a somewhat sorrowful gaze, subconsciously tightening her grip on his hand.

  Mo Jue shook his head: "No, that day I just stole some candles."

  Huh?

  "Because I hope that on my birthday, Mu Qingyun will also light those candles for me."

  "What happened next?" Qian Rouzi became even more curious.

  "As a result, when my birthday arrived, Mu Qingyun had completely forgotten. I waited for the whole day, but he didn't show up."

  Mo Jie Bing's lips turned pale: "By nightfall, there was no cake, nor anyone else. In the empty room, I was alone. I lit those candles on the table, staring at the flickering flames, and cried bitterly..."

  "Ah, so you can cry!" Qian Ruoyi felt a little heartache, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his eyes.

  "Hehe, that was the last time I cried."

  Murphy's sorrow faded away with her kiss, revealing a faint smile.

  "What's next?"

  "Afterwards, I fell asleep from crying. However, the candle was accidentally blown over by the wind and then the house caught on fire."

  "How about you?"