"The dark sky is low, the bright stars follow, the insects fly, the insects fly, who are you missing..."

Accompanied by a low humming sound, countless fireflies flew towards her from the protrusion of the forest.

Klein walked in the middle of this group of fireflies. He sang non-standard children's songs with a slightly hoarse male voice, and his face was a little embarrassed.

Klein walked up to Charlee Ford and looked at her intently.

At the same time, countless ...