An Xiulan was sitting in the window of her room, staring at the bright moon. For some reason, she looked sad but the moonlight falling on her skin was making her appear ethereal. Holding a book in hand, her head placed against the large window, she was staring at the beauty of the full moon. Just in a few days, winter would come and she would miss the severe cold weather of Boston.
She spent seven years of her life in Boston, missing home and now that she was at home, she was missing everything about Boston. Life was weird. We miss things that are not with us and neglect what is with us.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of a jeep stopping at the gates of the house in front of hers. A smile tugged at her lips. She stood up, lifting her nightgown and she ran out of her room.
"Careful, " Lu Xuan said as he saw his sister running down the stairs.
An Xiulan didn't pay attention to him and ran from there as if she was chasing something very important.
