"My name is Meng Jun Xun."
Meng Junxun took off the bamboo hat, and the sun shone from behind Meng Junxun. Everything became soft, and the blurry perspective at first suddenly became clear. Mo Yunqing was stunned. He had never had any idea of beauty and ugliness, but he knew that this person must be very beautiful, as if he had stepped out of a painting. Mo Yunqing's guess was correct. His eyes were indeed special, blue-gray. Such eyes were rare in Dongling, but it gave Mo Yunqing a familiar and long-lost feeling again.
"Um, I'm Mo Yunqing."
"Haha, that's right. On the night of moonrise, the wind is still and the clouds are blue."