Specks of bright white, living light floating in the air, fireflies gathered in groups, flickering in and out of sight, as if stars spilled down from the night sky, like strings of flowing light lanterns, weaving together in countless crisscrossing ribbons of color.
In the vast black night, they shined like tiny, fine haloes similar to stars.
Gu Nanzhou stretched out his hand, a wooden carved figure settled in his palm, its appearance bearing a striking resemblance to Su Wan—about seventy to eighty percent alike.
Around the figure's neck hung a necklace, and strikingly dangling from the bottom was a silver ring, glimmering in the moonlight.
The ring was identical to the one on Gu Nanzhou's ring finger; his hands were exceedingly beautiful—slender and strong, each finger bone distinct and pale. His skin was a cool shade of white, which in the presence of the silver ring, wonderfully incredible in the moonlight.
