After dinner, Hua Zhendan had taken a bath and returned to the hammock on the porch. Staring at the stars, he let his mind replay his favorite memories with Xuan Tianyi.
"Hey." Xuan Tianyi's voice echoed through Hua Zhendan's subconscious, bringing him back to reality.
For the second time in one night, Hua Zhendan thought he had imagined Xuan Tianyi's voice. Still, when he looked at the porch's door, Xuan Tianyi's figure appeared in his line of vision. With a small smile, he spoke to him. "I thought you left."
"I did. But then, I realized I had forgotten something. So I had to come back." Xuan Tianyi replied.
Hua Zhendan raised a brow. "What did you forget?"
"My... My pen." Xuan Tianyi stuttered.