In the night sky, faint grey clouds partially obscured the moonlight.
A young man carried a girl on a moonlit ride along a country lane.
The girl looked up at the star-filled sky.
"The Lantern Festival must be soon," she suddenly broke the silence and said.
Qin Jin, "Yes, there will be sweet dumplings during the festival. Do you prefer the ones with black sesame filling, or brown sugar filling?"
Li Qiao sighed inwardly—nowadays, they even had to wait for a festival to eat simple dumplings. "I'm not fussy, having some to eat is already great."
