On August 15th, the very moment of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon emerged from the clouds, illuminating the autumnal mountains and fields.
Faced with such a scene, someone could not help but wish to recite a poem to add to the merriment.
"On the ninth month's evening of the fifteenth day, this night stands at the heart of autumn.
Heavenly fate separates us for one night, yet human hearts remain the same through ages eternal."
Qing Yu gazed at the frigid wheel hanging in the night sky and very aptly copied down a poem.
"Whether it's the past or the future, the stars above are always there, eternally existing—truly envy-inducing," Qing Yu sighed while looking at the bright moon.
"Listening to your words just now, I thought you were missing your family. I didn't expect that, unlike the 'unchanging human heart,' you yearn for an 'unchanging human life.'"
