After lunch, some mischievous students went up and made their own barbecue—the pouring of hot oil ignited a roaring flame, drawing a few sharp screams from the girls; others started to take selfies, and photography enthusiasts had already begun snapping pictures with their DSLRs.
Lily Smith did bring a DSLR, but after a full meal, she had no interest in playing around. She lay down alone on the open ground, gazing at the sky above, lazily lounging.
Their patch of open ground, forest behind them and a cliff in front, was just the place for them to freely enjoy themselves.
As Lily Smith drifted towards sleep, Hadley Morrison, who had vanished earlier, suddenly walked over. He sat down next to Lily Smith without a word, then lay down shoulder-to-shoulder with her.
"Lily," the boy's voice was slightly deep, "do you like Sky Moore?"
Caught off guard by Hadley Morrison's question, Lily Smith almost choked on her saliva.
"Ah? Cough cough cough…"
