Two years ago, on a night when moonlight hung like a curtain, a girl with skin smooth as jade, hair like a silver waterfall, eyes like purple jewels, and a pair of soft rabbit ears floated in the night sky. She gently opened his window, and countless delicate threads blossomed from her fingertips, drawing him into her arms. She whispered softly in his ear:
"At last... I've caught you."
Whenever he recalled their first meeting, Bai Lang would always ask, "Sister Yue'er, what exactly did you mean by those words back then?"
But Sister Yue'er would only smile and say nothing. Her face was always filled with happiness, and touched by a deep-buried sorrow.
