Jian Ran nodded slightly, leaned against him, pointed to the starry night sky, and described the starry sky to him in her most gentle language.

Listening to Jian Ran's gentle and gentle voice, listening to the starry sky she described for him one by one...

Qin Yue looked at her tenderly. He couldn't see her clearly, but he could feel her. From the weight of every word and syllable she said, he could almost judge her expression.