Mu Xiaoqi's heart is twitching, and he can't tell the pain of the night scenery.

But she didn't speak. At this time, she shouldn't say it, but listen carefully.

She stood on the rocks, under the moonlight, and fixed her eyes on the night.

"In order to hear it often, I let people put fresh fish on the reef every day and hope it can come to eat. You don't know how cunning this little fellow is. After half a year, he didn't take a bite. It was not until last winter when it was too cold to find food so smoothly that he slowly began to eat the fish...