"I was used to thinking of my old friends alone, with the good company of the moon. Now that the old friends were visiting me this night, I was so happy that I forgot about the bright moon."
China roses shivered in the chilly night wind as the moon slowly rose above the eastern peak. Gu Yu was still lying on the roof of the library when he chanted an entire poem, which was very rarely for him. He chuckled. "I am no old friend, but I just happen to be here tonight; I'd love to see what is really going on with that moon."
He then turned to look at Bai Yunsheng, who was sitting quietly below the eave. Gu Yu couldn't help but ask, "Priest Bai, do you practice your sword technique daily?"
"I do."
"Then why aren't you practicing today?"
"I don't feel like it."
"Oh, I see. You're a little shy with all these people around. That's perfectly understandable."
"..."
