The bright moon hung high.
Ye Qinghong gazed at the translucent persimmon in her hand, lost in thought for a moment, then lifted her head and caught the indifferent smile of her second junior sister.
Tucking the persimmon away, she pursed her lips and said,
"In that case, thank you, second junior sister. I will stay here to guard our master and will not see you out."
"No problem."
Mo Ke nodded, carrying the lantern and gently leaping down from the treetop, walking towards the Star Picking Observatory.
After taking a few steps, she paused and spoke calmly,
"I forgot to remind my senior sister that a great catastrophe is approaching and the capital has been quite unsettled recently. Please be careful, senior sister."
Mo Ke left.
Her coming was elegant, her departure just as refined, like the breeze and the bright moon over countless miles of rivers and mountains.
All she left for Ye Qinghong was a single translucent persimmon.
