The curtains in the room were tightly closed. Chu Wu slightly tilted her body, cherry lips slightly parted, her breathing even, neither hurried nor slow. In the dark space, her brows were furrowed, and her long, thick eyelashes fluttered, as if she might awaken at any moment.
The girl beside her seemed to sense Chu Wu's unease. She gently turned her body, holding Chu Wu's cold hand with her small hand. A gleam flashed across her starry eyes, gradually turning into distress. Holding Chu Wu's hand, she gently patted it rhythmically, listening to Chu Wu's occasional uneasy murmurs. The girl's starry eyes slightly lowered, and after a while, a clear and ethereal singing voice slowly rose in the room.
The dark sky hangs low
The bright stars accompany
Fireflies fly, fireflies fly
Who are you longing for?
