The clear moonlight of tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival was quietly reflected in the hall. Jiu Ge turned over as if he had been dreaming. He chuckled and called out "brother" in a low voice. He heard the leaves of the osmanthus tree rustling in the evening breeze. He turned around and saw that she was sleeping on the bed as docile as a baby. She was no longer as cold and perverse as before. He was already tossing around in his heart. He originally wanted to leave, but now he couldn't move a step further.
Intention: In troubled times, how can there be a complete egg?
