Now it's early winter. The weather is cool. The sea breeze at night is even colder. Maoli and lingfeiyin are sitting on the stone chair by the glasses lake with their coats and hats.

Ling Fei said in a low voice, "brother, do you think he'll still fall into the trap?"

Mao Li shrugged his nose and said, "I can't help it. On a full moon night, the essence overflows."

Ling Feiyin nodded and said, "why haven't you seen Han Zong today?"

Mao Li sighed, "you don't think he's stupid enough?"

"where do I have it?" Ling Feiyin said angrily, "people are the seeds of infatuation! I don't think it's...