The journey of life is like a period of waxing and waning like the moon. Some people give you a full moon, and some people give you a crescent moon. Under the moonlight, the heart is round. When the moon is halfway through, Leng Qian still doesn't understand whether he has gained it or lost it. The countless times of looking back at Tianqing have given him a perfection or a crescent moon.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
