Li Xueyue sat by the window sill, hugging her knees close to her shivering body. She peered up at the night sky, cold and devoid of stars. She missed seeing the little twinkles of hope.
These days, the weather was bad, and the clouds were thick. She could only see the lone shadow of a moon whose brilliance could not be hidden behind curtains of clouds.
"Wuyi's midnight is a lot prettier…" Li Xueyue pressed her cheek on her propped up knees. She continued to observe the night sky, admiring the view with a softened gaze.
Crickets chirped, fireflies danced, it was a still night. The peace was disturbed by a gust of wind. The blades of grass flew to the right, as leaves rustled in the trees.
She pitied the lost wanderers. Without the stars, where would they know to go? She supposed the faint moonlight could guide them.
