Under the night sky, a man holding a transparent and shining glass bottle, dressed in a star-filled suit, walked straight towards Ranran.
Unlike the previous cold and distant demeanor, there was now a gentle and jade-like warmth on the man's face, easily giving a sense of closeness.
"Ranran, long time no see."
Ye Ranran's attention was entirely on the glass bottle in his hand, not on the man's face. Hearing this once incredibly familiar voice, she immediately lifted her eyes.
After seeing the man before her, Ye Ranran's expression visibly paused for a second, then her lips curved upward, and she sat stably in her wheelchair.
"Long time no see, Mu Ziheng."
Mu Ziheng nodded slightly, handing over the glass bottle in his hand, "This is fireflies from Love Sea. I caught ninety-nine of them."
Ye Ranran was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, "Thank you... but I'm not a child anymore, I don't like such things anymore!"