Holding Hands (6)

The night is really beautiful, Shen Miao thought to herself.

However, she did not see that a smile flashed across the handsome young man's eyes. It was more charming than fireworks.

…

In a house in the east of the city, at this moment, there was a loud snore coming from a room. The strong smell of wine filled the entire room. There were several wine jars lying on the ground, and the man on the bed was sleeping soundly.

In the room next door, there was an eight or nine-year-old child lying on the bed. This room was obviously much narrower than the one next door. He lay there for a while before sitting up. As if he could not fall asleep because of the snoring next door, he stood up and walked to the small courtyard surrounded by bamboo bars.