The ancients chanted in anticipation of the moon, but today we send poems to the moon.
Many years ago, the last time I saw her, under the moonlight, she turned her back to the independent figure in black in the courtyard, waved her hands, and walked away on horseback.
She left behind only a three-color brocade bag embroidered with gold thread: "I have three promises from you, and I will use the token to repay you for today's kindness."
The figure in black had an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were sharp and menacing: "Just keep your life alive. This bag of tips can be regarded as a souvenir."
After saying that, the woman turned around and led the horse, blending into the moonlight, her silver military uniform showing off her prowess: "That's fine, let's say goodbye now, Ninth Young Master."
The man showed a smile, his eyes were sharp and gentle, and he said, "General Yaoyue is really smart. It seems that the rumors are true. If we are destined, we will see you someday."
The woman waved her hand, mounted the black horse, and gradually drove away in the moonlight.
Many years later, when the two met again, Gu Yue even thought that she wished they had never met that day.