Under the warm white light, several comic books were scattered on the tatami mat styled with a Japanese touch, creating an overall cozy and comforting atmosphere.
In a corner stood a high-end astronomical telescope, while the entire attic was made of glass. On a night ablaze with stars, one only needed to lie here to gaze at the sky filled with constellations.
Regrettably, a thunderous downpour was attacking the area, the sound of raindrops hitting the glass coming from all directions, making one feel even more isolated being inside.
What was worse, Li Yuntang seemed content, toying with his wine glass, showing no intention to start a conversation.
Silence stretched the time to its limits.
Yan Xiaye sneaked glances at him repeatedly, finally taking out the palm-sized mooncake and carefully pushing it across the table, "Younger Uncle, happy Mid-Autumn Festival."
It was only then that she realized how pathetic her excuse of giving a mooncake was, so her words lacked confidence.
