The moonlight is gentle, gentle, like a wisp of cool breeze squeezed in between the door, like a thin feather veil brushing the chest, like a light morning mist moistening the eyelashes. The hazy moonlight casts mysterious shadows and spreads floating light on the water, like countless silver fish dancing there. The hero and heroine thought they would never see each other again, but by mistake, they had the chance to meet again. The two families are also very good friends.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
