Perhaps at this very moment, some idler was raising a cup to invite the bright moon.
After a few cups of osmanthus wine, she returned to her lazy state. Leaning against a pillar of Frost Pavilion, she racked her brains for ages without producing even half a line of poetry. Bai Yujun felt sorry for the vast Primordial Land—there was not a single sight worthy of receiving a poem bestowed from her own lips.
She had originally intended to take out several chunks of fresh beast meat she had deliberately preserved when breaking free from the seal, but she did not.
Fairy Chang'e belonged to the quiet and elegant sort. Displaying bloody food would ruin the refined mood.
She tipped back her head and drained the cup.
The wine was fragrant, but somewhat cold.
She stuffed a bite of fragrant Osmanthus Cake into her mouth, deliberately savoring it slowly before swallowing. Like the wine, it carried a lonely, chilly flavor absent from the mortal world. It was not suitable for eating too much of; Bai Yujun feared she would grow accustomed to this solitude, and then she would have to launch a grand construction project to build a Dragon Palace on Taiyin Star.
After finishing the Osmanthus Cake, she felt her gums covered in crumbs and reached up to poke at them.
"The Heavenly Court's four Heavenly Gates have reopened. Fairy, you may go out now. The Primordial Land has changed far too much."
Chang'e looked at the Heavenly Court's immortal palaces, then at the Primordial Land.
With a lonely expression, she said,
"There are no familiar old friends. In truth, it is the same wherever I go."
Bai Yujun flicked a finger and continued drinking. Chang'e was accustomed to the desolation of Guanghan Palace; staying on Taiyin Star was