Zhou Linghuai clenched his fists and smiled.
Xia Tao pursed her lips and smiled. "After Young Master went to Youzhou, Young Miss even improved in poetry. On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there was a poem about the moon being round from a thousand miles away. 'The moonlight shone brightly on my heart. I wanted to hold the moon and give it to you from afar. Meeting you was only in my dream.' It received praise from Matriarch and Eldest Master."
Yu Youyao was embarrassed and angry. She stomped her feet. "You talkative girl, you don't want your monthly allowance anymore!"
Xia Tao quickly covered her mouth and stopped talking.
Zhou Linghuai chuckled. "The poem isn't much, but the artistic conception is not bad. It seems that Cousin has some talent in poetry…"
She wasn't just saying that she stared at the stars and moon casually.
