After dinner, the night was deepening.
Wang Chuan, the Yan siblings, Yu Suye, Yanyan, and Tian Yu gathered once again on the large second-floor terrace of the villa to cool off and chat.
Zhong Xinyi had to stay at a hotel in the city tonight for work negotiations and other matters, so she wouldn't be coming back.
Yan Ziruo, sitting in a wicker chair, ate a piece of cool, sweet watermelon and leaned back comfortably.
She looked at the brightest star in the night sky, listened to the chorus of chirping insects all around, and couldn't help but sigh, "Now *this* is the life."
"Hey, my dear Feifan, when I get married, you have to buy me a villa here as part of my dowry."
Yan Feifan didn't respond verbally, just grabbed his sister's shoulders and started shaking her vigorously.
"What are you shaking me for?" Yan Ziruo said, annoyed.
Yan Feifan chuckled. "I'm shaking you out of your daydream, so you don't keep spouting nonsense."
