When would the bright moon appear? Raising my cup, I asked the blue heavens. I did not know what year it was tonight in the celestial palace.
Since ancient times, the moon had borne the sorrows of countless poets and wanderers. Whenever festivals came around, it always stirred people's longing for home.
Many transmigrators possessed a natural advantage when it came to admiring the moon and reciting poetry. No one knew how many surging ripples those verses that had left their mark on history had stirred in other worlds—like stones cast into a pond, sending fragmented moonlight dancing across a mirror-still surface.
Luo Chuan had never had such an experience.
As a transmigrator, never having experienced admiring the moon and reciting poetry always made things feel somewhat incomplete.
But as the owner of Origin Mall, even if he recited the most astonishing verse, it would probably seem perfectly natural to the customers.
Tch, not fun.
Looking at the two bright moons in the night sky, Luo Chuan's thoughts churned for a while.
Yao Ziyan blinked in slight confusion. She felt that she must have misheard him.
Following the direction Luo Chuan pointed, she looked over. The bright moon hung high overhead, pale blue moonlight pouring down like gauze and draping the world beneath the night curtain in a hazy veil.
"Go take a look on the moon?" Yao Ziyan blurted out instinctively.
"Right." Luo Chuan nodded.
Yao Ziyan silently walked to the windowsill, resting her arms on it and propping up her chin. A gentle breeze stirred the hem of her clothes and her long hair, while a faint warm wind brushed against her face.
Her beautiful silhouette beneath the moonlight looked like a maiden favored by the gods.
"Sometimes, I really have no idea what goes through your head