Koala Reads

"By the time Wei Sinian returned to the tent, the night had long fallen, dark as ink. In the camp, tents were scattered here and there like twinkling stars, looking warm and inviting in the night."

"Thinking of Wen Fuyue waiting for him in the tent, Wei Sinian's lips curled into a faint smile, his eyes filled with tenderness."

"In the past decade or more, this was the first time someone was waiting for him in the tent. It seemed that this tent was different from the ones in the past."