Leng Sichen stood under a peach tree, his deep eyes reflecting the distant, fading bonfire.
He casually sat down on the grass, enjoying the solitude in the cool night air.
After a while, he saw someone dressed as a medieval knight armor approaching him.
Leng Sichen was puzzled when the person came up to him, handed him a glass of juice, and said, "Who would have thought that an outdoor masquerade here would have such a unique charm! It was worth the visit!"
That voice was...
"Gong Xianying?" Leng Sichen raised an eyebrow.
"There you are, sitting all by yourself, looking as unapproachable as ever. If it weren't for me, who else would dare to strike up a conversation with you!"
While talking, Gong Xianying took off her handsome, half-faced golden feathered mask and then threw a stack of clothes and a white, fanged mask at Leng Sichen, "I picked these for you, aren't they nice!"
"What is this?" Leng Sichen frowned.
