Under the thick moonlight, her eyes shone bright like the moon itself, yet they were veiled by a thin layer of mist, like the scarlet glow of dawn or dusk, ethereally unreal.
Yu Yanshen glanced at her twice before withdrawing his gaze, not engaging in pointless arguments with her anymore. Instead, he focused on driving and took a turn at the intersection up ahead.
"Go to my place."
Yao Qing didn't get a response from him for a long time and probably found it very dull, so she muttered something and leaned back in the passenger seat, squinting her eyes.
Her head felt groggy, and the moon hanging in the sky seemed to curve its edges towards her.
She had few memories of her childhood, probably because there were so few happy ones.
The only clear memory was of the year her mother tenderly held her as they looked at the moon from the swing in the backyard garden.
Since then, she had thought the moon was the gentlest thing.
So she wanted to watch the moon with the one she loved.
