It's late at night, the moon and stars are sparse. Chen Tianqing stared at the moon outside the window in trance, with a vague image of his future husband printed in her mind. She wondered if he was just like her, tranced by the bright moon. A gust of wind came into the room, and the pages on the table rustled in the wind. Chen Tianqing closed the window, but his instructions before leaving still rang in her ears, "Remember to take medicine, eat on time, and be sure to close the window when the wind is strong, especially at night. Close the window tightly before sleeping." This time she was surprisingly obedient, and even she was surprised. She walked to the table, straightened the messed up pages, and returned to the front. There were bold characters - Bei Ming Sheng Gong. The flickering candlelight reflected in her calm eyes, shining brightly. Feeling tired, she raised her index finger to put out the candle and turned to get on the bed. In the dark night, the remaining candles repeatedly smoked up, dimming the moonlight.