"What did Mu Xiaoya just say?"
"Sending a piece of clothing to someone far away, dying as if separated from them? What the hell is that? It doesn't make sense at all! Is that part of 'Cold Garment'?"
"I don't think so. All I remember is' The moonlight is scarce. Who's the one who's making the winter clothes? Looking to the ends of the world, wanting to go back to my hometown '."
"That's right. Or the verse, 'Sending winter clothes a thousand miles away, succeed and be remembered in your hometown'."
The audience was buzzing, and Mu Xiaoya couldn't help frown. She felt upset.
She hadn't remembered wrongly. She had still been memorizing it when she was putting on makeup.
She looked towards Sister Lan.
