Chapter 270: Extra II – The Secret of the Moon
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Xiao Jue had always thought that He Yan was a scammer.
In the eyes of outsiders, He Yan was righteous, generous, elegant, and generous. In his eyes, He Yan could eat, sleep, talk nonsense, and be greedy and stingy.
Everyone has secrets, and living in the world is not entirely good or evil, black or white. Human hearts are complex, human nature is contradictory, but He Yan is probably the most contradictory woman he has ever seen in his life.
She was a pitiful person who hid in the dark and didn’t want to let others discover her true feelings, but she was also a confident female general who was valiant and skilled on the battlefield. She seemed too different, so much so that in all those years, no one had ever associated “He Yan” with “He Rufei.”
For example, the soldiers of the Fuyue Army on the martial arts field always said that their leader, General Return Moon, had a broader mind than a man, acted more freely than a man, never looked back, and always strode forward confidently. With her around, the army’s morale was stable, even if the sky fell, it was just a trivial matter.
But Xiao Jue actually knew that He Yan was not someone who never looked back.
For the past, she had a longer-lasting attachment and affection than others, especially those good and precious memories, which she carefully preserved and never treated lightly.
When Jinling City’s Youhua Fairy often sent her some newly brewed sweet wine, after tasting it, she would write a serious reply and carefully store the wine jar. The women of Rundu would send her clothes and boots they personally sewed every season, with delicate embroidery and tailored to fit. He Yan herself hadn’t bought new clothes in a long time.
Sometimes Lin Shuanghe saw this and whispered worriedly in Xiao Jue’s ear, “Huaijin, do you think my little sister He will end up like Chu Linfeng if she continues like this?”
Xiao Jue gave him a dismissive “get lost.”
In Jiyang City, Cui Yuezhi would occasionally send letters to her, telling her about recent good news, and over at Jiuchuan… she carefully read the letters, carefully stored them away, neatly stacked in the wooden drawers in the study… she couldn’t bear to burn them.
She seemed carefree, but she was actually particularly afraid of “loss.”
When Second Fur died, He Yan was very sad.
In this world, life and death are common occurrences. Whether it’s humans or animals, there will be a day of departure. He Yan didn’t like to shed tears. When Second Fur died, she didn’t cry either, but in the following days, Xiao Jue always found her sitting on the doorstep of the courtyard, staring blankly at the bowl where Second Fur used to drink water.
He would walk over, not saying anything, and sit with her for a while.
He Yan was not as carefree as she seemed when it came to “loss.” After the battle of Wutuo, her companions who fought alongside her died, and because of battles, she forced herself not to think about those, but later when she returned to Shuojing, she was actually sad for a long time.
And the only thing he could do was to accompany He Yan, at least in the matter of “loss,” his name would never appear.
Over the past two years, many wives of other families secretly talked to Bai Rongwei, asking if Xiao Jue had any plans to take concubines. After all, the two brothers of the Xiao family were particularly outstanding. Xiao Jing was married to Bai Rongwei. After so many years, even after having a daughter, Xiao Peipei, he still had deep affection for Bai Rongwei. Xiao Jue was different. In the past, everyone thought he was too good-looking and arrogant, and thought he would never marry in his life, but later he married a military official’s daughter, He Yan, and treated his wife very lovingly.
Once a cold-hearted person opens up emotionally, it is far more moving than a gentle and affectionate person. What ordinary people love to think about most is: if she can do it, why can’t I? Moreover, He Yan has not yet given birth to a son for the Xiao family, and she is a female general. She is certainly not as good at capturing a man’s heart as those cute and adorable girls, so many people think they have a chance.
Bai Rongwei rejected wave after wave for Xiao Jue, unable to stand those who were overly confident and let their beauty cloud their judgment, trying all sorts of tricks. Xiao Jue threw them out of the door several times, and one time he was so angry that he almost caused trouble for their whole family, but he was later stopped by He Yan.
He Yan smiled and said, “Everyone has the desire to be beautiful. I’m not angry, why are you?”
Not saying this would have been better, but once these words were said, Xiao Jue became even more angry.
Every time Lin Shuanghe came to visit, he always said, “Who would have thought that our Second Young Master of the Xiao family, Master Huaijin, would be eaten to death by my sister He Yan? You know,” he sighed, “when it comes to matters between men and women, whoever cares more loses. I used to think you had the upper hand, but after a few years, you’ve been trampled on the ground by her?”
Xiao Jue didn’t like his petty theories. Human emotions are not like warfare, where you have to use military strategies to attack the heart. However, he also admitted that what Lin Shuanghe said was not wrong.
The soldiers of the Fuyue Army always felt that it was He Yan who compromised with him, said sweet words to him, but in fact, it was he who was easily provoked by He Yan’s emotions, regardless of whether it was a big matter or a small matter.
Perhaps, according to Lin Shuanghe’s theory, he liked He Yan a little more than He Yan liked him.
However, it didn’t matter.
In this world, being liked by someone is not an easy thing. With thousands of people in the world, some have fate but no chance, some have chance but no fate. People are like grains of sand in the river, meeting and parting in the blink of an eye. To encounter someone you like in the vast and boundless world is already fortunate.
Therefore, there’s no need to overly pursue who likes whom more.
But He Yan liked to ask him about this matter, often questioning him at night, “Commander Xiao, did you actually have feelings for me in your previous life? If I were a man, you would definitely be a ‘homosexual’.”
Xiao Jue sneered, “I’m not a homosexual.”
“Huh,” she didn’t believe him at all, “Last time I went to the martial arts field, I heard Instructor Shen and Instructor Liang talking. They said that when we were in Liangzhou Garrison, before my female identity was exposed, they thought we had that kind of relationship.” She looked Xiao Jue up and down, touching her chin, “But with your looks, even if you were a homosexual, you would definitely be the most popular type among them…”
At times like this, Xiao Jue usually couldn’t be bothered to argue with her. The outcome would be clear on the battlefield.
Late at night, she slept soundly, and Xiao Jue covered her with a blanket, his hands resting behind his head. Starlight shone in through the window, casting a faint light in the room.
He looked at the corner of the tent, feeling unusually calm.
When he started to have feelings for He Yan, Xiao Jue himself didn’t quite understand. He Yan always muttered that he was special to her when they studied at Xianchang Academy in their previous lives. But now thinking back, his care for He Yan was probably because he saw many shadows of his past self in this “youngster”. The only difference was that she had a bit more innocence in the muddy world, yet still stubbornly insisted on her beliefs.
A masked teenager, different from other youths, and because she had to keep her secret from being discovered, she was always alone. She was clumsy but hardworking, silent but optimistic, weak but compassionate. Young Xiao Jue occasionally wondered what kind of face was hidden beneath the tightly covered mask.
When he dozed off in the tree, when he sunbathed behind the rockery, when he drank tea in the bamboo forest of Xianchang Academy, he could always see various versions of “He Rufei”.
If she continues to persist like this.
But at that time, it was only attraction, not love. It’s like seeing a star in the night sky, not very bright, but constantly twinkling. Once seen, it’s hard to ignore.
The camaraderie between classmates is genuine, so after the incident at Yuhua Temple, he would even lend a helping hand to “He Rufei’s little sister.”
Once might be a coincidence, twice could be happenstance, but three times is fate, and the fourth time, it’s probably destiny.
Xiao Jue had never doubted that he and He Yan were destined for each other.
Otherwise, why would fate repeatedly bring her before him? And his gaze, destined to be drawn to her.
He Yan seemed unchanged.
In the darkness of the night, practicing archery, the youth striving to keep pace with the team, was no different from the youth who secretly studied diligently at Xianchang Academy. But now, without the mask, she finally revealed her true self. Free and easy, agile, galloping freely in the martial arts arena, passionate and pure like a beam of light.
But she was also cautious, accustomed to giving but uncomfortable with being “favored.” In closer relationships, she always seemed unsure.
At first, he just thought she was a skilled fraudster, but later, his gaze unconsciously lingered on her more, stirring emotions for her, experiencing jealousy for the first time in his life. He would feel joy, anger, and an urge to right the wrongs she had endured.
He Yan made him feel that there were still many things in this world worth looking forward to.
Just as Lin Shuanghe always said, “Did you know there would be such a day?”
He didn’t know he would have such a day.
It turns out that in addition to bearing responsibility and misunderstanding, betrayal and killing, there can also be such moments worth cherishing. What he didn’t know before, He Yan made him understand one by one.
The person in front of him rolled over and fell into his arms, his subconscious hands holding her tight. He was slightly stunned, paused for a moment, and a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
Who likes who more, what does it matter?
He is more grateful to heaven for this distant warmth bestowed upon him in his cruel life, allowing him to encounter true love and stay together forever.
…
He Yan really likes the martial arts arena.
After the Battle of Wutuo, the Great Wei Army recuperated, and for at least a dozen years, the Wutuo people didn’t have the energy to come back, but training still had to be done. She is now the leader of the Fuyue Army. When training, she always reminds some of the old soldiers of the days of the Flying Phoenix General.
Equally agile and free, but with a few more playful and intimate qualities than that masked woman.
There are also new recruits who refuse to believe in He Yan’s abilities. On the martial arts arena, demonstrating skills with knives, horses, bows, and arrows, her radiant appearance shines like a bright pearl.
He Yan was naturally beautiful. There were countless beautiful girls in the beautiful city of Shuojing in Great Wei, but there was probably only one girl with such beauty and heroic spirit. When she put on her red armor, drew her long sword with a smile, or commanded the troops, or directed the soldiers and horses, the young people on the field were all amazed by her radiance.
Lin Shuanghe came to see twice and felt deeply worried for Xiao Jue. He thought that when He Yan disguised herself as a man in Liangzhou Garrison, the brothers in the army didn’t even know her true identity. Now, back in her heroic female attire, mingling with these young men day after day, the enthusiastic young men almost openly admired her.
But He Yan herself didn’t feel that way.
In her eyes, these young men were no different from Wang Ba and his men back then. They were all good guys, good brothers.
After the Battle of Wutuo, half of the brothers from Liangzhou Garrison left, leaving only a few who had already been tempered by the battlefield and were now exceptional. Even in the Liangzhou Army, they were outstanding. The Jiang family’s martial arts hall became famous because of Jiang Jiao, and the master of the Jiang family was proud of Jiang Jiao.
Most of Wang Ba’s money was sent back to the bandit stronghold. The bandit stronghold where he used to stay no longer engaged in banditry, and the fish ponds he dug were doing quite well. It was said that the bandit stronghold often adopted some unwanted orphans. Wang Ba would occasionally visit. His temper had improved a lot now, and children dared to approach him.
Xiao Mai grew the fastest after Shitou left. When Shitou was still around, he was just a gluttonous and playful teenager, but now he had matured a lot. His archery skills had improved by leaps and bounds, surpassing Shitou’s accuracy. He wasn’t as greedy as before. When talking to He Yan, he seemed much quieter than before.
He Yan felt quite melancholic, but people had to grow up eventually. Fate pushed people onto their own paths. Some people never changed, while others gradually grew up.
Time, like the wind, was always unstoppable.
She dismounted and retrieved her arrows. Her demonstration just now had hit the bullseye with precision, dazzlingly bright.
The young man who retrieved the arrows looked at her with admiration that he couldn’t contain, half shy and half excited, and said, “General, you’re amazing!”
“You flatter me,” He Yan patted his shoulder and smiled, “Practice more, and you’ll be just as good.”
The young man looked at her and took a few steps forward, calling out, “General—”
He Yan turned around and asked, “What is it?”
“I… I’m not good at archery, could you… give me some pointers?” He dared not look into He Yan’s eyes.
He Yan was always generous with her advice for the soldiers’ “requests for guidance,” and said, “Of course. Why don’t you try shooting first, and I’ll take a look.”
In the distance, Lin Shuanghe fanned himself and chuckled, “Brother, can you endure this?”
Xiao Jue looked calmly into the distance.
“I see all these men on the martial arts field plotting against Little Sister He, Brother,” he worried, “you and I are men. We understand men’s thoughts the best. Look at that kid, he’s pretending to seek advice, but isn’t he just trying to get close to her? I didn’t need to resort to this trick when I was in school. How come he’s still using such old tricks? Hmm… Why did you leave?”
He Yan stood behind the young soldier, about to adjust his archery posture, when a cold voice sounded from behind, “Wait.”
She turned around to see the young soldier looking even more pale, stammering, “…Commander Xiao!”
“Why are you here?” He Yan asked.
“I’m not on duty today,” Xiao Jue glanced at the young man with a mocking smile, “I’m here to teach him.”
The young soldier’s face turned even worse.
He Yan didn’t suspect anything and said, “Then I’ll leave it to you. I’ll go over there to take a look.” And she left with confidence.
The young soldier looked at He Yan’s back with a bitter expression, but the man in front of him raised his eyebrows, his gaze full of malice, and said, “Practice.”
Lin Shuanghe laughed uncontrollably on the side, silently shedding a tear of sympathy for the young soldier.
As the sun set, ending a day of training, when He Yan went to the house next to the martial arts arena to change clothes, she saw the young soldier from the afternoon again. But this time, it was clearly late autumn, and he was soaked from head to toe, as if he had been pulled out of the water. His lips were pale. He Yan walked over and asked, “What happened to you?”
The soldier stepped back as if avoiding a snake or a scorpion, bowing his head and saying, “It’s nothing, just been training for a long time. Thank you for your concern, General.”
He Yan watched his hurried departure thoughtfully, then entered the room. Inside, Xiao Jue was already there. She took off her lightweight armor, picking up her own clothes and asked Xiao Jue, “I saw that brother outside just now. What did you do to him? Why is he so exhausted?”
“It’s not called training if it’s not tiring,” Xiao Jue said casually, sipping his tea.
While buttoning her shirt collar, He Yan said, “Even so, don’t be too harsh. I noticed several of the new recruits have good potential. Since you arrived late today and didn’t see, there were several young men with good skills and handsome appearances. They looked really good when sparring with the spears on the martial arts field this morning.” She reminisced, “Their movements were elegant. I thought they were quite good…”
Xiao Jue’s face turned dark as if it could drip water, and he asked slowly, “They looked really good?”
“Yeah,” He Yan shrugged on her outer robe, “Probably slim waistlines, tall and leggy when they jump.”
His eyes almost seemed to emit flames. “He Yan.”
With a snort, He Yan burst into laughter, pointing at him and teasing, “Commander Xiao, why are you so domineering? Every time I praise someone in front of you, you get so angry. This pettiness isn’t good!”
She laughed heartily, and Xiao Jue understood that she was doing it on purpose, although he was somewhat displeased, he pursed his lips and didn’t want to engage with her.
He Yan leaned close to him, knowing he was upset, and said, “It’s just a joke. In my eyes, there’s no distinction between men and women among these people. But Commander Xiao, even if you don’t believe in my character, you should believe in yourself. No matter how good-looking they are, they can’t compare to you. Even if their figure is better, I still only like your waist—” Her voice took on a flirtatious tone towards the end, teasingly tickling his heartstrings.
Xiao Jue looked at her.
He Yan had become increasingly frivolous lately, probably thinking that since they were an old married couple, there was no need to pretend anymore. However, every time she unintentionally made suggestive remarks, which were not very flirtatious, they still managed to stir his mind.
He chuckled and raised an eyebrow. “Just wait.”
“Wait for what?”
Xiao Jue didn’t answer her.
At night, during their passionate encounter, He Yan understood.
Qingmei had someone bring in hot water. After bathing, she rolled into Xiao Jue’s arms, muttering, “Tell me, if I have a child in the future, will it look like you or me?”
Before Xiao Jue could respond, she mumbled to herself, “Forget it, it’s better if it looks like you. I’ve thought about it. Whether it’s a boy or a girl, if they look like you, they’ll be a beauty.”
Xiao Jue didn’t have strong feelings about appearances. Lin Shuanghe said that whatever people possess, they shouldn’t care about it. Looks, family background, intelligence, or skills were all there and not that important to him. If they had children in the future, Xiao Jue thought, as long as the child was happy, that was all that mattered.
But He Yan and he had been married for a few years now, and they still didn’t have children.
During the years when she went to Liangzhou Garrison, she trained with the new recruits every day, went to Five Deer River to bathe in cold water on cold days, traveled around, and fought in Jiuchuan… she had hurt her body. Lin Shuanghe prescribed medicine for her and slowly nursed her back to health. Relatives of the Xiao family, such as Cheng Lisu’s mother, always subtly asked why He Yan hadn’t become pregnant yet. There were even some ignorant people who hinted to Bai Rongwei that since He Yan couldn’t give birth, it would be better for Xiao Jue to take a concubine first. After all, the Second Young Master Xiao couldn’t be without offspring.
Xiao Jue happened to pass by and coldly said in front of the speaker, “Do you think any dog or cat can bear the descendants of the Xiao family?”
He detested such deliberate scheming.
Regarding children, Xiao Jue had no grand illusions. If he ever did come to like children, it would be because they were He Yan’s and his, and nothing else mattered. Who said men must always carry on the family line? Xiao Jing married Bai Rongwei back then and didn’t have children for many years. So what? Men of the Xiao family married and had children because of love in their hearts. If it was for the sake of continuing the lineage, reproducing as instinct dictates, what difference would there be from beasts?
If He Yan never had children in the future, then so be it. He would devote his remaining years to dealing with her alone.
He Yan was unaware of his thoughts. She always had many beautiful expectations about these matters. Moreover, she always believed that if Heaven was willing to give her and Xiao Jue two lifetimes of fate, then it would certainly not be stingy with giving them the best ending.
“Yunsheng has been somewhat distracted recently,” He Yan began to worry about other matters again. “He looks gloomy and unhappy. Is he being bullied outside? I’ve been busy with training all day, and I haven’t had time to check on him these days. Do you know what’s going on with him?”
Xiao Jue was silent for a moment before reminding her, “Song Taotao hasn’t been to the He Mansion for half a month.”
Song Taotao liked He Yunsheng, almost broadcasting it to the entire Shuojing. Her affection for him was straightforward and enthusiastic. If she liked someone, she would send things to He Yunsheng, everything from clothes to food, without any reservation. He Yan admired it, but she also sympathized with Song Taotao’s parents—how much they must worry!
And yet, He Yunsheng was so indifferent.
But… she turned to Xiao Jue, surprised, “Are you suggesting that Yunsheng likes Taotao?”
Xiao Jue smiled and tacitly confirmed it. He Yan suddenly felt a chill. Looking at He Yunsheng’s stern attitude towards the little girl, she couldn’t see any signs of affection.
Indeed, He Yan hadn’t noticed He Yunsheng’s affection for Song Taotao. After all, He Yunsheng was even more adept at concealing his feelings than Xiao Jue. It wasn’t until some time later, when he came to He Yan to ask her to accompany him to the Song family to propose marriage, that He Yan realized Xiao Jue was telling the truth.
“Do you really like Song Taotao?” she asked. “If you’re not sincere, don’t go teasing her.”
“I really like her…” He Yunsheng’s voice lowered, seemingly a little embarrassed, his face turning red as he said impatiently, “Anyway, if I marry her, I’ll treat her well for the rest of my life!”
Only then did He Yan let go of her worries.
Although He Sui had no official position, He Yunsheng had a sister-in-law and brother-in-law who were generals. Although He Yunsheng was young, he had already shown promise in his career, and his future prospects were immeasurable. Coupled with the fact that Song Taotao liked him, the Song family naturally welcomed this marriage.
With almost no twists and turns, this marriage was quickly settled.
Besides the He and Song families, the happiest person was surprisingly Cheng Lisu. He Yan sometimes wondered why Cheng Lisu looked like he was the one getting married to Song Taotao. He often came to help at the He Mansion. Among the unmarried young men in Shuojing, he was probably the first to act like this as an ex-fiance.
He Yan seized an opportunity to ask him, “Why are you so happy about Taotao’s marriage? Aren’t you even a little unhappy?”
“Why would I be unhappy?” Cheng Lisu laughed as if he had found a silver coin. “That shrew… Miss Song, has been taken in by Uncle He. Now I’m free! Otherwise, I’d have to worry every day that one day this marriage would be picked up again. It’s… a case of better to be a live coward than a dead hero!”
He was quite proud of himself. He Yan thought for a moment. To prevent Cheng Lisu from regretting in the future and inadvertently turning nephew and brother into enemies, she asked, “Do you really not like Taotao at all?”
“Not at all!” Cheng Lisu laughed, “Aunt, I know you and Uncle think I’m unreliable, but I can still distinguish what I like and what I don’t like. Taotao and I are not of the same ilk. The girl I like must be like me, able to see the good in me. When Song Taotao sees me, she thinks I’m not ambitious, a useless playboy. Tell me, can I marry her? Even friends need to have some common ground!”
He Yan found his words reasonable and thought, so be it. Young people have their own thoughts. Since Cheng Lisu really had no interest in Song Taotao, and things had come to this point, it could be considered a kind of satisfactory conclusion.
She began to assist He Yunsheng in managing the marriage affairs.
On the day of He Yunsheng’s wedding, He Yan felt very melancholic.
Clearly, He Yunsheng was the one getting married, but she looked like an old mother sending her daughter off. She was filled with tears. He Sui, who was supposed to be the father, was not as excited as He Yan. He Xinying stood beside He Yan and looked at her expression, whispering softly, “Today is Young Master He’s joyous day. Sister, why do you look so sad?”
He Yan said, “I’m not sad, I’m just too happy.”
In her previous life, although she had family, for various reasons, she couldn’t get close to them. Even He Xinying, her sister, only truly became close to her in this life after the downfall of the He family.
But He Yunsheng was different. From the moment she turned into “Miss He,” He Sui and He Yunsheng became her “family” in this life. Despite their poverty, they provided her with warmth she had never experienced before. Now, the green-clad youth who once reluctantly ate pastries she offered on the hillside had finally grown into a mature man, had his own beloved girl, becoming an adult.
When people face overly perfect situations, they often feel a sense of illusion. Sometimes He Yan doubted whether everything in front of her was just a long dream she had made, fearing that it would all vanish when she woke up.
As He Yunsheng led his bride into the He family’s courtyard, cheers erupted all around. The He family’s courtyard was packed to the brim, with many friends of hers present. Everyone was willing to join in the excitement of He Yunsheng’s engagement. Wang Ba and others were there, as well as the instructors from the Liangzhou Garrison, Bai Rongwei, Xiao Jing… Xiao Jue stood on her other side, watching the pair of newcomers enter the bridal chamber like He Yunsheng’s elder brother.
In the midst of the celebration, Lin Shuanghe exclaimed, “Even Yunsheng is married now, and here I am, still single.”
Cheng Lisu patted his shoulder. “It’s okay, Uncle Lin, I’m single too. We’re in the same boat.”
Lin Shuanghe: “…”
The newlyweds bowed to heaven and earth, and the banquet was lively. He Yan had also drunk too much.
In fact, apart from holidays, He Yan now drank very moderately. After all, who knew if she would end up reciting books in public if she got drunk. It was fine if Xiao Jue saw it, but if it spread to outsiders or to the Fuyue Army, who knows how they would look at her, this general, in the future. Most likely, they would think she was showy by nature and that getting drunk would reveal her true colors, insisting on showing off her talents.
But on He Yunsheng’s joyous day of engagement, she had to drink.
When Xiao Jue came over, He Yan was already drunk.
Sitting at the table, she saw him and waved, calling out to him, “Commander Xiao!”
Xiao Jue helped her up and said to He Sui, “He Yan is drunk. I’ll take her home first.”
“Go ahead,” He Sui said. “It’s getting late. You two go back, and come to drink Taotao’s tea early tomorrow morning.”
Xiao Jue nodded and supported He Yan out of the hall, reminding her, “There are steps, be careful.”
He Yan turned her head, wrapped her arms around him, and refused to move.
Xiao Jue took a deep breath, lowered his gaze to the woman in front of him, and said, “Miss He, let’s go home.”
“Commander Xiao,” she looked up at him. Judging from her appearance alone, it was hard to tell she was drunk. She said, “Let me tell you a secret.”
“Go ahead.”
In the lively hall behind them, the sounds of music and laughter faded away. The night breeze was chilly. He tightened her outer garment around her, and she pointed to the moon on the roof, saying, “… I like the moon.”
He suddenly froze.
There was a moment in his memory when she had said the same thing to him.
At that time, he hadn’t completely fallen in love with He Yan, but the feeling was inevitable. Her whispered words in his ear were taken as a casual joke, but who knew how much sincerity was hidden in that joke at the time.
If destined to be hidden in the darkness where the moon couldn’t shine, she would be like this, just standing far away, keeping the secret in her heart.
The woman in front of him showed a big smile, her eyes bright like stars. She reached up and hugged his neck, whispering softly in his ear, “Let me tell you another secret.”
She tiptoed and lightly kissed his lips.
“The moon is you.”
In an instant, the moonlight was as poetic and everlasting as a painting, surpassing all the worldly allure and myriad sentiments.
The moon is lonely and indifferent, hanging in the sky. Until one day, it saw countless dark paths ahead, travelers stumbling and walking alone. It casually scattered a ray of light, illuminating a path for the traveler ahead.
In that moment, it saw a world of beauty and warmth, bathed in the light.
He Yan seemed exhausted, leaning in his embrace. With her eyes closed, she fell into a deep sleep. He hesitated for a moment, then leaned down to plant a reverent kiss on her forehead. Lifting her horizontally, he walked towards the door.
On this autumn night, with the courtyard lush with green grass, moths fluttering towards the candlelight, and the wind sighing, the man walked step by step outside. The curve at the corner of his lips was filled with the joy of youth.
She didn’t know, the moon also had its own secrets.
She was the moon’s concern, the moon’s beloved, the beginning of its heartbeat, and also the end of its companionship.
This is the moon’s secret.
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