A melancholy gloom spreads across the starry midsummer night

  The lanterns have just been lit, but I still can't fall asleep despite tossing and turning.

  Put on your coat and find a good vantage point to watch the twinkling diamonds on the blue screen.

  A delicate beauty is hidden under the faintly visible thin clouds and is reflected in the slightly curved bright moon.

  The stars twinkled with a faint light, and a faint sorrowful thought spread in the silent summer night.

  Suddenly, the mobile phone screen emitted a dazzling light in the darkness, staring at an unfamiliar number, and pressed the call button after repeated hesitation.

  "Hello?" The voice was husky and seductive, with a hint of tired weakness faintly conveyed.

  "Who are you?" I slightly furrowed my brow, searching for an impression of the owner of the voice in my mind.

  "Su Mo Liang, are you a pig? So forgetful, I am Mo Xi Ye."

  "Damn it, you called me so late at night just to scold me for being a fool."

  He was already annoyed by his insomnia, and on top of that, he uttered some nonsense curses, so I politely let out a single crude word.

  "Let me put it this way, you really don't understand humor. By the way, can you come out now?"

  "Now? Cough, it's already past eleven."

  "Don't worry, I'm not desperate enough to have any ulterior motives towards you."

  The tone of the words carries a sense of youthful arrogance and playful teasing that is irreverent.

  "Mò - xī - yè, is this an invitation for someone to go out?"

  "It's okay, it's okay, just come out."

  "Hey, what did you call me out for?"

  "It's nothing, just chatting."

  He shrugged and said with an air of matter-of-factness.

  "Moxi Ye, can't you owe me a bit more? Coming out to chat with me in the middle of the night, are you sick or something?"

  "You must be feeling lonely."

  Pffft! - Is he possessed by some kind of unclean spirit or something?

  Crimson hair fluttered gently in the breeze, narrow and slightly closed peach blossom eyes gazed at me with some innocence.

  Exquisite and enchanting facial features emit an enigmatic charm under the night sky.

  Wait...

  "What's wrong with your eyes?"

  A small area of dark blue and white delicate skin stands out under the set-off.

  Moreover, the crimson red lips had a faintly visible solidified blood stain at the corner of her mouth, though not much, it was still noticeable.

  "A fight broke out. One against three is quite intense, right?"

  He suddenly leaned in, his eyes sparkling with a simple and innocent affection, like a child seeking praise.

  The warm air exhaled splashed on his face, and the distance was so close that it was a bit ambiguous.

  "Go die, what's the point of fighting? You wait for me, I'll be right back."

  I went back there with medicine and band-aids that I had bought at a 24-hour pharmacy nearby.

  "Don't move, apply the medicine first."

  I took a cotton swab with medicine on it and gently applied it to the wound, giving orders to him who was struggling somewhat awkwardly.

  "This minor injury will heal in a few days, no need to make such a fuss."

  He turned his face away and hummed proudly.

  "Shut up, you got a good deal and still act smart, didn't even spend your own money."

  Besides, if this pretty face gets disfigured, how can I still get a pretty girl?

  I poked his forehead and said in a tone of teaching.

  "Are you sympathizing with me?"

  Her narrowed eyes sparkled with a complex, seemingly smiling yet not smiling expression, and the curve of her mouth seemed to be playing with the world.

  "There's nothing, I just can't stand this pig-headed face."

  The corners of her mouth were tinged with a faint smile, but the force in her hand had increased by several degrees.

  "Wah wah, Su Mo Liang, you're so angry that your face is red, aren't you? Ah, it hurts so much."

  "Alright, I've finished treating your wound, I'm going home now, bye."

  "Hey, wait up."

  "Huh?" I looked at him with a puzzled expression and asked.

  "You, can you stay with me?"

  Some cautious probing, as if seeing my figure.

  In the soft depths of the heart, small ripples are surging, some desolate melancholy is spreading in the starry midsummer night.

  "The City in the Reverse Light of Late Summer"

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