It's late at night and the dew is heavy.
The people of Huaian Town seemed to be accustomed to resting early. After nightfall, everyone closed their doors and extinguished their candles.
There was not a single star in the sky, and there was no light on the ground.
A cool breeze blew along the winding path paved with coarse sand, making the surrounding spring grass rustle like silkworms chewing mulberry leaves.
"The moon is bright, and the beautiful people are happy. Shu Yao is troubled. The moon is bright, and the beautiful people are sad. Shu You suffers. The troubled heart is sad..."
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