Outside the city, the moon stretched across the sky, like a big roulette wheel, reflected on the towering tree branches.
Xu Ziling stood in the middle of the moon, with his jade-like cheeks tilted upward, his hands behind his back, as if he was contemplating with his eyes closed. In the faint moonlight, he was dressed in green clothes like water, and his belt was like the wind. He was indescribably rich, graceful, free and elegant...
Tomorrow is the wedding day of Mr. Zhong and Miss Song San... Xu Ziling's handsome side face looked a little lonely.