The night was dim, the moon hung high, and a cool breeze swept through the city, brushing against the hopeful faces of the people.
The night markets in the Capital usually closed at the hour of the dog. Because of the ongoing renovations, business had been slow that day, so Shu He and Zhang Zhirou had set up two lounge chairs in the backyard. They were enjoying the moonlight and sipping wine, feeling perfectly content.
Zhang Zhirou’s cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were brimming with tenderness. Lost in thought about someone, she wore an expression that seemed to bloom with the pink petals of peach blossoms.
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