A Round of Moonlight

Among the embers of the New Year firecrackers, the thatch roots beside Qingfeng Pavilion sprouted quietly. Snow fell all over Banxi Pavilion. By the window facing the small pond, Jiang Hanyue was playing with a small earring in her hand. "Plop", the ear fell into the pool water. The ripples dispersed. Your and my story has just begun.