"It's dark, please close your eyes."
"Werewolves, please open your eyes."
…
"It's dawn."
"Damn it! Why am I the one getting killed again."
"I'm the Prophet, trust me, Hao, Tang Song, both of them are Werewolves! Vote them out directly!"
…
The Wind Racing Electric Club buzzed with lively and joyous atmosphere.
After playing pool and Werewolf for a while, Tang Song stood up from his seat.
He went to the bar, opened a can of lychee-flavored Zhenzhen drink, and took a few gulps with a "gulping" sound.
Leaning on the high stool, he comfortably gazed out the window.
Owing to its location near a scenic area, the environment here was beautiful, the air was fresh, and from time to time, birds could be seen gliding across the sky.
Outside the pale glass, Cheng Qiuyu and Moli huddled together, seated under the phoenix tree.
Cheng Qiuyu held a guitar, occasionally striking a few notes, looking very excited.
