章 1597: Qixi Festival (2)

It was already past midnight, and the wind after midnight seemed to be more refreshing than before.

The Tanshan Villa area, which was hidden under the dim lights, also fell into silence.

'Cough cough—'

A light cough was heard, and the cool breeze seemed to be accompanied by a faint smell of tobacco.

By the railing of the rooftop, Dongfang Gan was leaning against the railing. There was a half-lit cigarette between his fingers on his right hand. When the wind blew, the tip of the cigarette flickered intermittently. Looking at it, he felt a little lonely.

After hesitating for a long time, Dongfang Gan still did not call Liuyun, even though he was burning with anxiety.

However, it seemed that even so, he could not change anything because he still believed that his daughter was not such a reckless person. Therefore, it was better to wait for the child to explain herself.