People today never see the moon of ancient times, yet today's moon once shone upon the ancients.
It was midsummer once again.
The night flowed like water, and the moonlight was enchanting.
At Kunlun Peak.
Upon Jianmu.
Jiang Yang and Constana sat side by side on a branch of Jianmu, admiring the bright, cool moonlight.
"So this moon was a creation of the Angel Clan in the Fourth Epoch. I knew it. Back in my era, this beautiful full moon above us didn't exist."
Constana tilted her little head back, her long, deep-blue hair fluttering in the breeze, her starry blue eyes filled with admiration.
"Yes, the Angel Civilization truly was remarkable."
Jiang Yang raised his golden eyes, a reminiscent gleam appearing in them.
The sight stirred memories of someone, and he thought of that valiant angel sister.
He did not know when they would meet again.
But he soon let those thoughts settle deep within him. The girl beside him was about to leave him too.
The wind drifted on, and Jianmu's leaves rustled.
Without a word, both fell silent, gazing at the tranquil night sky and the cool, bright moon. They watched the countless people on the distant earth, where cooking smoke rose.
Only after a long while.
Did Constana lift her exquisitely pretty little face and turn toward Jiang Yang to speak.
"Jiang Yang, I've decided to leave tomorrow morning."
Jiang Yang turned his head as well, lowering his gaze to Constana as he spoke softly.
"Constana, have you thought it through?"
Constana gave him a sweet, adorable smile. She tossed her long blue hair, as beautiful as the ocean, and spoke firmly.
"I have. Although my time with you has been wonderful, and although I love Earth's mountains and rivers and the splendid sights of the