"It's a bit of a pity."

"Um?"

Fu Wenzhou's voice was languid and deep, blending with the night, making it even more pleasant to listen to.

Song Qingyou rubbed her slightly numb ears and said softly, "There's no moon tonight, so it's a bit of a pity."

Fu Wenzhou looked down at Song Qingyou.

The night breeze blew, and Song Qingyou's long hair swayed in the breeze. Her eyes were like a clear pool of water, sparkling with light and the brilliance of a starry river.

Her white dress was silhouetted against the light, and even though she was wearing a heavy down jacket over it, it couldn't hide her beauty.

Like a sliver of cool moonlight, standing alone in the night.

Fu Wenzhou's voice was deep, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly: "The moon was crushed and turned into stars."

Song Qingyou looked up, her gaze meeting his in mid-air.

A man's low, husky voice came from behind:

"And you are hidden among the countless stars."

Fu Wenzhou smiled and said, "My eyes are looking at the stars, so you and the moon are both in my eyes."

Song Qingyou's heart seemed to skip a beat, and then began to beat rapidly like a drum.

Like a flock of seagulls suddenly skimming across a calm blue sea, the slightest flap of their wings can create a stir and ripples.

The cold wind was a bit chilly. Song Qingyou finally came to her senses. She raised her hand to cover her chest. The coolness in her palm was still there, and she felt a tingling sensation that spread like an electric shock throughout her body.

The lingering feeling lasted a long time, so long that Song Qingyou only realized it when the man bent down to kiss her lips.

As Song Qingyou's mind became dazed from the kiss, she recalled Fu Wenzhou's words before he bent down.

"Now, I'm going to kiss my moon."