The moonlight was like water, shining in the dilapidated courtyard. Ye Zhuyao sat alone on the stone steps, looking at the lonely moon, with endless thoughts surging in her heart. The once prosperous place was like a dream, but now she is the only one left to guard this desolation.
She caressed the flask in her hand, her only companion. Since the decline of her family, she has made a living selling wine on the bank of the Yuan River. She knew that she was no longer the delicate young lady, but a woman who had to support herself.
Just then, a burst of light footsteps broke the silence of the night. She looked up and saw a figure walking slowly. Under the moonlight, the man's face was blurry, but he had an extraordinary temperament.
"Miss Ye, why are you here alone?" The man's voice was low and magnetic, making Ye Zhuyao's heart tremble slightly.
She sighed softly and replied: "I have already seen through the coldness of the world and the warmth and coldness of human relationships. Now, I just want to sell my wine quietly under the moonlight."
The man came closer, and Ye Zhuyao saw clearly that he was Lin Fang, his former enemy. A trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "Miss Ye, do you know that there are still people in this world who are willing to hold up the sky for you."
Ye Zhuyao was shocked. She had never thought that this person who had once made her resentful would appear at this time and say such words.
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