Xia Muqin often wonders, if he had not gone to Qingyang No. 1 Middle School and met Du Yuze, would his life have taken a different path? Will you follow the path that everyone agrees with? But then she self-deprecatingly denied those thoughts. Without what-ifs, even if she had, she would have chosen the same path. The temperature dropped a bit on the autumn night in the south. Mu Qin gathered her coat and sat in the courtyard. The moon was a little round and a little bright, and Muqin thought of the same moon that Du Yuze had seen many years ago in the clear sun, but the moon was still the same, and the person was no longer the same.