Mid-Autumn Festival is the festival that Qiu Yan least wants to celebrate. All the disasters in her life began on the Mid-Autumn Festival when she was nineteen years old.
The Mid-Autumn Festival eight years ago was as full of moonlight as it was tonight. She looked at Shen Peng at the school gate in disbelief and blushed with embarrassment.
Intention: Life is a bittersweet practice.