After Xia Wanyuan left the live-stream, Jun Shiling walked out of the study and watched her walk to the gazebo in the garden from afar.
Looking at Xia Wanyuan, who was sitting alone in the pavilion, for some reason, Jun Shiling felt as if her entire body was filled with loneliness, as if she was a white plum on the peak of a mountain that had been temporarily blinded by a gust of wind.
Jun Shiling couldn't help but walk towards the gazebo.
Xia Wanyuan was leaning on the railing, looking at the full moon in the sky, wondering if the moon was the only one in the world who knew about the Xia Dynasty.
Was this moon the same moon I had seen a thousand years ago when I was holding the hands of my siblings after my parents?
"It's chilly at night. Aren't you cold?"
Jun Shiling's voice suddenly came from behind. Xia Wanyuan turned around. A jacket with Jun Shiling's warmth was already draped over her.
