"People all over the world are crazy. They say the moon is red, but in my eyes... Where is the moon? The thing hanging in the sky is obviously a gray eyeball. It is alive. Just now it blinked at me!"
After Qin Yuan finished reading these words, he locked his phone and looked out the window.
Jiangcheng is having a carnival tonight. News, hot searches, and short videos were all filled with the same news - a once-in-a-century blood moon spectacle... Only Qin Yuan stood by the window of the rental house, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.
Because the moon in his eyes is different from what everyone else sees. Gray. The gray is bluish-green, and the surface is covered with fine lines, like an eyeball soaked in formalin...
