After returning to the Bamboo House, Han Shuangjiang felt that she had been overthinking things.
The two of them often traveled together, so why did his saying they were going for a walk together make it feel like the nature of their relationship had changed?
Back in the early days, when she was still at Red Sleeves Beckon, she had been restricted from going out.
Every year during the Lantern Festival, she watched the liveliness in the streets from inside the building.
Men and women went out in groups, guessed lantern riddles, and admired the moon.
They might even take a walk by the river, then set a river lantern afloat.
At the age when one's heart first began to stir, even if there was no one living in one's heart, one would still be drawn to matters of romance.
—The moon rose above the willow branches; lovers met after dusk.
What was so interesting about the moon one had seen since childhood?
In the end, it was the person accompanying one to admire it.
Han Shuangjiang sat down on the meditation cushion inside the house, her long, jade-like legs folded beneath her.
Her knees pressed against her clothes, pulling taut the fabric around her thighs and buttocks.
This outlined the plump, slightly fleshy roots of her thighs and her round, full buttocks, like the full moon.
She looked out the window and began to hope that she truly possessed the blessing of fortune Chu Huai Xu had mentioned.
Compared to entering a Secret Realm, taking a walk to admire the moon might make her even more uneasy and nervous.
"Still, the scenery of the Dao Sect is truly beautiful." The girl suddenly found herself thinking this.
She took a deep breath and withdrew her gaze from the window.
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