The moonlight shone obliquely, Yu Hai hid in the dark, his eyes fixed on Xu Muzhi's thin figure, feeling mixed emotions.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, but still forced himself to remain silent.

Yu Hai knew very well that once he opened his mouth, the secret he had hidden for many years might be exposed.

He secretly glanced at Shangguan Qing in the distance. She sat dignifiedly, with an inviolable nobility revealed in the moonlight and the fragrance of tea.

Yu Hai sighed secretly in his heart and his gaze returned to Xu Muzhi again. He saw tears in her eyes but she still stood straight stubbornly.

A gust of wind blew by, causing the leaves in the yard to rustle and also blowing the loose hair on Yu Hai's forehead.

He took a deep breath and finally chose to remain silent, like a shadow in the night, waiting quietly but never showing up.

Xu Muzhi dragged her heavy steps and slowly walked out of the antique shop. The moonlight stretched her lonely figure into a long, sad silhouette.

The dim street lights reflected her tears crystal clear. Every step she took in the silent night made a subtle yet clear sound.

Cheng Ji followed closely behind, walking side by side with Shangguan Qing. Their figures looked particularly harmonious under the moonlight.

Shangguan Qing spoke softly, and occasionally her laughter like a silver bell could be heard, which formed a sharp contrast with Xu Muzhi's loneliness.

Cheng Ji's eyes swept across the front from time to time, with a hint of complicated emotions, as if he was thinking about some important decision.

In the deep night, the fate of three people quietly intertwined under the moonlight, each going in a different direction, but all carrying unknown secrets.

The moonlight disappeared behind the clouds, and the night grew darker. Yu Hai quietly followed Xu Muzhi to a remote alley. It was quiet all around, with only a few dim street lights in the distance casting mottled shadows.

He walked forward quickly and said in a low voice: "Xu Muzhi, don't worry, you will have another chance to get close to Shangguan Qing in the future."

Xu Muzhi stopped, turned around and looked at him in surprise. The moonlight shone through the clouds, illuminating Yu Hai's tense yet determined face.

His eyes flickered, as if he was planning something.

Xu Muzhi frowned slightly, feeling mixed emotions, but saw that Yu Hai looked sincere.

She finally nodded gently, and in the night, the figures of the two gradually faded away, leaving behind only a series of tiny footsteps and unfinished plots, echoing in the quiet air.

Shangguan Qing and Cheng Ji stepped into the house. The lights in the house were soft, but they could not hide the doubts in Shangguan Qing's heart.

She frowned slightly, her eyes wandering around the empty living room, as if looking for some lost clues.

"Cheng Ji, do you feel that Xu Muzhi's visit to me tonight is not a simple matter?"

She asked softly, with a barely perceptible hint of worry in her tone.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Ji put down the key in his hand, walked to the window, and stared at the dark night outside with his brows also furrowed.

"Indeed, her eyes concealed too many unspoken words. Moreover, Yu Hai's behavior was quite suspicious. He seemed to be observing everything in secret."

As he spoke, he slowly turned around and his eyes met Shangguan Qing's.

Both of them knew that beneath this calm appearance, there were undercurrents and unknown secrets hidden.

Cheng Ji patted Shangguan Qing's shoulder gently and said gently, "Don't think too much, leave it to me."

He turned and walked towards the old-fashioned telephone next to the bookshelf, dialed the number lightly with his fingers, and each digit seemed to tap on the silence in the night.

When the phone was connected, Cheng Ji's voice was low and firm. He was arranging something, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable determination.

Shangguan Qing looked at him, feeling an inexplicable sense of peace in his heart.

She slowly walked to the window and stared at the deep night sky outside. The moonlight occasionally shone through the clouds and sprinkled on her face, reflecting a soft and firm light.

The night was as dark as ink. Shangguan Qing walked through the living room tiptoeing, fearing to disturb Cheng Ji who was soundly sleeping.

She put on a pair of comfortable soft-soled shoes, quietly opened the door, and blended into the darkness outside.

The street lights were sparse, lengthening and shortening her shadow. She followed the route she remembered and walked quickly towards the place where Xu Muzhi might be.

Deep in the alley, a half-open wooden door emitted a faint light, like a beacon in the night, guiding her forward.

Shangguan Qing knocked on the door gently, feeling uneasy.

The door creaked open, and Xu Muzhi's surprised face came into view, with a simple but warm background.

The two looked at each other under the dim light, and an indescribable warmth flowed quietly between their hearts.

When Shangguan Qing stepped into Xu Muzhi's hut, a musty smell mixed with the unique fragrance of old books filled the air.

The house is simply furnished with a wooden table, two old chairs, a few faded landscape paintings hanging on the wall, and various books and notes piled up by the window. It looks a bit messy but still has the warmth of life.

Under a dim desk lamp, Xu Muzhi was sorting out a stack of yellowed letter papers with her head down. Her figure looked particularly soft under the dim light.

The old-fashioned clock hanging on the wall was ticking, and time seemed to have slowed down here.

Shangguan Qing looked around, feeling an inexplicable sadness and resonance in his heart. This simple space seemed to hide countless unfinished stories.

The lights in the room were dim, and Shangguan Qing's eyes wandered between Xu Muzhi's busy figure and the surrounding furnishings.

Suddenly, she noticed a yellowed photo on the corner of the table. In the photo, Xu Muzhi and Yu Hai stood side by side with bright smiles and a familiar tacit understanding in their eyes.

This scene was like a bolt from the blue, shocking Shangguan Qing's heart. She slowly approached, her fingertips lightly brushing across the surface of the photo, as if she was touching the secret that had been sealed away by the years.

Xu Muzhi noticed her strangeness, looked up, and his eyes met Shangguan Qing's.

A complex emotion that could be understood without words quietly permeated between the two of them, and a subtle tension seemed to solidify in the air, waiting for the truth to be revealed.

Shangguan Qing's thoughts were suddenly caught by the details in a photo.

She suddenly remembered the news of "the death of an old friend" that Yu Hai had casually mentioned, and ripples arose in her heart.

She stared at the blurry figure next to Xu Muzhi and Yu Hai in the photo, and a thought flashed through her mind like lightning - could that be Mu Cheng?

In her memory, Mu Cheng always had a warm smile on his face, blending in blurredly with the background in the photo, yet he seemed to be able to see through the dust of time and convey a hint of imperceptible sadness to her.

Shangguan Qing's heart sank suddenly, as if he could hear the sound of his own heartbeat, echoing in this quiet little house, interweaving with the ticking of the wall clock into an unfinished elegy.