Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 1012

"Is the electricity off?" Stephanie stood in the dark room, holding a candle sent by Harold, "When will recover?"

"I don't know. I'll go to check," Harold took the flashlight and walked out.

"Do you know how to repair it?" Stephanie ran into the room to change her shoes.

"You want to go?" Harold looked back.

"Well, I'm bored. I want to go with you," Stephanie threw the candle on the table, "I hated candles the most when I was young. When I did my homework, it always burned my hair."

Harold paused and said, "I'll make you a light later."

"Isn't the electricity off? What do you use to make a light?" Stephanie asked curiously.

Harold laughed.

It was dark all around, and only the straight light of the flashlight shone in front of him. Stephanie pulled his arm and asked, "Are you laughing?"

"No," Harold denied.

"Don't think that I can't see your expression under the gauze. I just heard it," Stephanie looked at his face suspiciously.

Harold was silent.

Stephanie followed behind him. She thought that he was going to repair the line first, but unexpectedly, he took her around to the wood factory where he had worked before.

"What are we doing here?"

It's still hot in the middle of August. Even in the middle of the night, it was so hot that people could not breathe.

"Harold," Stephanie suddenly raised her hand to touch his chin, "You are sweating, right?"

"No," Harold avoided tensely.

"How is this possible? I'm sweating," Stephanie said as she touched her forehead.

Harold did not speak and went around the wood factory. There was a weed behind the wood factory. A few glowing fireflies floating above the weed.

"Wow! Firefly, I haven't seen it for a long time," Stephanie sighed with emotion.

Harold caught several fireflies and put them into a bottle. Then he took Stephanie back. When arriving home, he put the fireflies into a small wooden lantern he made. A little light seeped out of the lantern and looked particularly beautiful from afar.

Stephanie hung this small lantern in her room. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. Finally, she take a photo of it via her cellphone. Then she opened the photo album and found that the previous photos carried wonderful memories of her and John.

She suddenly suffered from low morale. She could not control her low emotion. She could only lie on the pillow and slowly relieve her pain and loneliness.