She was the most sought-after daughter of a powerful family on the Chaohuan Continent. Her father was an influential official, and her younger brother held an important post. She was dazzling, with a future strewn with flowers.
He, on the other hand, was merely the son of a disgraced official, tossed about by fate and treated as less than grass. She was the bright moon; he was the gutter.
He dared not dream of it, could not dream of it, had no right to dream of it.
Yet he could never forget that day in the rain, when she smiled at him through tear-filled eyes and asked, "Is it true that you wrote a letter with tears in your eyes and sent it to Yanzhang?"
Her face, whether wet with tears or rain, held a fragile beauty.
It made him want to cherish her, and to ravage her.
It was a dream that kept him tossing and turning at night.
Theme: The bright moon insists on shining into the gutter
It's so nice that the bright moon shines on the ditch.
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