"There is a mode called the binary system, but it cannot be viewed with current equipment."

It's a bit of a shame that time has come to an end. It would be incredibly romantic to gaze at the deep space billions of light-years away with someone you love. Across the vast universe, perhaps one of the stars is a planet they've visited.

"Will we have a chance to see it in the future?"

"It will happen." Shi Jinzhe liked hearing Shehe use the words "we" and "later," and nodded in agreement: "We'll see together later."

Sher sat down on the camping mat that had been laid out beforehand, gazing at the night sky, no longer looking at the small screen.

"Tell me about these things, I haven't heard of them much before."

She knew about stars, but she didn't know they had so many stories. She was very curious and wanted to learn more.

"Let me start by telling you about the moon, which is the most familiar thing to you."

In order to stargaze, Shi Jinzhe did not turn on his camping light and went to the nearest Shehe.

Without the moon, he would look at Shekh’s profile and talk about the myth of Chang’e flying to the moon, the astronomical phenomenon of the Earth and the moon being together, and even the longing for the moon in poems and songs could be inserted into his stories.

Sher listened attentively, not finding it boring at all. When he got tired, he bent his arm and lay down, resting it on his arm to read the broken pages.

When it came to more profound topics, he would occasionally shrug his shoulders and frankly tell himself that he didn't quite understand the subject yet, and that he would explain it to her when he did.

Shekh's gaze gradually shifted from the stars in the sky to Shi Jinzhe's eyes.

She stretched out her arm and placed her palm on his face.

Shi Jin turned his head to the side, matching her movements, and lowered his body slightly, casually reciting the poem he had just mentioned.

"The moon is unaware of her tranquil brightness, and doesn't even know that she is the moon."

He grabbed Shekh's hand, pulled it down a little, and then tilted his head to kiss her palm.

A fleeting touch, like a dragonfly skimming the water, lingered from the palm of the hand to the exposed forearm.

The night breeze made the temperature on the mountaintop cool. Shi Jinzhe raised his eyes and stared at Shehe for a few seconds.

The night can hide everything, but it cannot hide love; in fact, it can amplify it to some extent.

"Shall we continue?"

Shekh asked knowingly, "Shall we continue talking about the moon?"

Shi Jinzhe lowered his body again, "No, I'll tell you about the solar eclipse now."

He draped Sheikh's outstretched arm around her neck, and with the fingers of his other hand, he slowly slid down her collarbone to her heart.

Shekh did not stop him, and the hand slid down even more recklessly. The slightly cool fingertips touched his skin, and when they passed his heart, a crimson hue peeked out from under the folded fingertips.

A red thread was revealed in full as he moved, and it was imprinted on Shekh's chest.

It was that cursed red rope, which was broken by time and bound the two together in another form.

Shekh raised his hand to touch the red line on his left chest, completely unaware that his collar was wide open and the night wind on the mountaintop was crashing against his body.

She pulled open her folded clothes, and after unbuttoning just two buttons, she caught a glimpse of red through the collar.

Like marks growing from the skin, or like blood vessels surging with blood, when their bodies were pressed together, the two red lines also intertwined.

Shekh pressed on that spot: "Is this the solar eclipse you were talking about?"

"This is just a lunar orbit."

Shi Jinzhe picked her up and carried her into the tent, glancing down at Shehe's disheveled clothes: "Only with tracks can the two find the best overlapping position so you can enjoy the eclipse."

"so…?"

"So now I'll show you how it feels."