The moonlight was like a strip of silk, piercing through the misty clouds and casting a faint, autumnal melancholy. A startled sparrow left its branch, leaving only its swaying shadow under the streetlamp. The tea leaves floating in the cup began to sink, gently brushing away the lingering steam while disturbing the moonlight trapped within. Whose figure flashed across the palace of the moon? The wind blowing from outside the window carried the rich fragrance of osmanthus, and turning book pages brought stories of old friends and the fleeting years.
The moonlight tonight is truly beautiful.
Chu Zihang sat in the courtyard. This was the lodging arranged for them by the Snake Chi Eight Families; although not as comfortable as the Uesugi Family mansion, it was much better than ordinary guesthouses and inns. In Tokyo, where every inch of land was worth a fortune, this courtyard was probably the highest courtesy the Snake Chi Eight Families could offer to visiting headquarters commissioners.
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