Dead End

The moon was perfectly round tonight. Liu Haoyu leaned beneath a willow tree by the reservoir, an unlit cigarette caught between his fingertips. The night wind was cold and biting, and the full moon hung high in the sky, its silvery radiance scattering across the water and making the entire reservoir shimmer. Little Qin Liu sat on the grass, gazing at the moon's reflection on the water, bored out of her mind...