The night in Xin'an City was sparsely lit by stars, with just a few twinkles visible.
The moon was also not bright.
Tonight, most families in Zhuang Country had not reunited.
In the houses that were sealed shut, there were people far away in the Yong Territory, fighting in blood. They were children's fathers, wives' husbands, parents' sons.
They wouldn't return tonight, perhaps never ever again.
After a long silence, the sound of boots on the stone bricks was steady and slow.
Those two red lanterns had already been left far behind, preserving the festive spirit that this day was meant to have.
Many stubborn things were out of place, hidden in the darkness of the night, the buildings and pavilions were always silent.
"Jian Qiu, how long have you been following me?"
Dong Ah suddenly asked.
"Since I entered the academy, I have been following you." Li Jianqiu said.
