The night was dense like thick ink, with few stars under the bright moon, and light cloud feathers like veils gently swaying in the starry sky, while the evening breeze softly brushed through the treetops, carrying a hint of chill in the near-deep autumn night.
Perhaps what intoxicates isn't the moonlight, but the thoughts of the girl under the moonlight.
Jiang An suffered from insomnia, quite frankly because she couldn't stop thinking about Dr. Gao, so the next day, burdened with heavy dark circles, she got up early to meet Xia Zi to submit their registration forms.
