Fang Qingze raised his head to look at the firmament. Today was June 25th, the eighth day of the lunar month, and half of the moon was illuminated, forming a semicircle.
The night was clear. Unlike the previous week, which had been blanketed in dark clouds, tonight's sky was cloudless and serene.
The bright moon and myriad stars could not coexist. The brilliant moonlight of the waxing crescent eclipsed the vast majority of starlight, leaving only a scattered handful of stars that could be counted on one's fingers.
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