That night, the breeze blew through the floor-to-ceiling curtains, and the room suddenly felt a little stuffy.
He sat up from the bed and walked slowly to the balcony. He wanted to take a look at the night view, but he bumped into that person.
The rare white hair floats like moonlight.
And those dark eyes, shining like gems.
"Who... Are you?"
She was startled. After a while, she said:
"The moon comes again. The moon comes again and again."