Past the hour of the Dog, Yujing Mountain grew quiet, especially around the Twelve-Story Pagoda.
The stars hung like a curtain, casting down layers of brilliance. A self-driving carriage of the Zhou family came to a halt on the plaza paved with white jade.
Mei Juncang stepped out of the vehicle. His first glance did not go to his father, but to the dazzling starry sky. Ever since that night, he had developed a particular fondness for radiant nights and a deep aversion to the darkness. And since that night, it seemed as if every night had been brilliant.
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