Chapter 892 So it's a gift.

The city's night curtain, seems to be extraordinarily low, as if it is in the distant room pulled up, gray canopy, dotted with a few rare stars. The stars seem unwilling to compete with the city's colored lights, are rushed to the countryside, leaving a few unwilling to go, only quietly blinking eyes. The moon has never changed its clarity, look up and feel that with a cool clear light. The distance between it and the earth seemed much closer, as if it had traveled a long way to clear the clouds. "Tick tock tick tock tick tock ......" the sound of the clock going pillow joyfully echoed in the house, is this room more lonely.