It's past nine o'clock, and there are still lively movements in the distance of the community.
The moonlight in front of the flower bed is quiet.
Hazel Qi looked at Beckett Jiang and blinked, as if she didn't understand what he was asking, "...Huh?"
"I asked you who you like." Beckett Jiang repeated.
His too straightforward tone had almost no ambiguity. Hazel Qi only felt a buzzing in his head, "I...I..." without speaking for a long time.
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