After the full moon rose above the sea level, Fang Yang memorized everything, greeted Zhou Xin, rushed back to his room, picked up his painting tools, and returned to the top floor.

When the lights on the top floor were turned on, the entire top floor was instantly as bright as day. Fang Yang guessed that the top floor was usually designed for banquets, otherwise there would be no reason to design such bright lights.

After setting up the easel, Fang Yang began to compose the painting. The scenery was absolutely beautiful, but to perfectly showcase it on the canvas, a good composition was essential; otherwise, it would lack the spirit of the scene and just feel off.

Staring blankly at the full moon in the sea, he was thinking about how to begin, where the framework should be, which parts should be dark and which should be light.

After conceiving the idea, Fang Yang began to paint. With bold and delicate strokes on the rice paper, a picture of the bright moon over the sea gradually appeared on the paper, revealing its stunning beauty.

Zhou Xin recorded the whole thing, and no one knew how much memory the camera had. It had been running out of memory for so long, and judging from how happy Zhou Xin was, she wouldn't stop until Fang Yang finished drawing.

After finishing the painting, Fang Yang examined it closely: on the dark sea, a huge full moon hung in the sky, its light spilling onto the water. The shadowy seawater reflected a faint glow under the moonlight, and the countless stars in the sky seemed within reach, yet also seemed to be in the distant horizon, unattainable.

Looking at it from all angles, he felt that something was missing, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He shook his head and asked Zhou Xin, who was looking at him with a lovestruck expression, "Don't you feel like there's something missing?"

Zhou Xin tilted her head and looked at it for a long time. "It just feels a bit monotonous!"

Fang Yang slapped his forehead, realizing that his words had truly awakened him from his dream. A painting without an inscription is soulless, especially this painting of the bright moon over the sea!

Picking up his paintbrush, Fang Yang wrote in the upper corner: Gazing at the Moon, Yearning for Home

The bright moon rises over the sea; we share this moment though we are far apart.

Lovers lament the long night, their longing rising with each passing evening.

Extinguishing the candle, I cherish the remaining light; donning my robe, I feel the dew's dampness.

I cannot bear to give you all this; I will return to my bed to dream of our happy reunion.

Famous, stamped, perfect! Fang Yang and Zhou Xin admired the painting closely, secretly giving themselves a thumbs up!