It's late February now, and the temperature in Star City has warmed up considerably. Even at eleven in the evening, it's still around ten degrees Celsius.
The wind along the river isn't too strong, and the four of us strolling, well-bundled in our jackets, don't find it cold at all.
Initially, Yang Zhen'er was excitedly discussing about how cute and adorable the "Custard Pie" at Little Fat Girl's House was, discussing with Tang Baona whether they should buy a cat as well, debating over whether to get a British Shorthair, American Shorthair, Garfield, Ragdoll or a Tortoiseshell, or maybe they should simply adopt a stray cat?
However, after Xia Libing casually mentioned the moonlit riverscape a few times, Yang Zhen'er's attention shifted to the river as well.
"The river view here really is quite nice, isn't it? How come we never seemed to notice during the day?" Yang Zhen'er remarked as she gazed at the moon's reflection on the river.
