The Moon Is Waiting for the Sun to Rise

Looking at the moon, it looks big and round in the dark night, bright and shining. Unknowingly, Hua Bing looked at the bright moon in trance. The moonlight mixed with the breeze blew the ivory white cloak. Feeling a hint of chill, Hua Bing closed the cloak subconsciously. When he raised his head and looked at the bright moon, he saw a pure white figure standing alone in the corner of the ruined temple. The corners of his robe were lifted by the night wind, as if he was about to become a feather and soar, but also seemed to be integrating with the bright moon. Hua Bing swallowed and turned his attention to the jade plate. However, out of the corner of his eye, he unconsciously noticed the white figure. He thought to himself: The ruined temple in the barren mountain could be the reason for encountering a male ghost who sucks people's soul. I think it was this immortal that Miss Wang saw this morning, but how could ordinary people admire the moon in such a place? The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and he was afraid of disturbing the white male ghost, so Huabing held his breath, raised his steps and landed gently, wanting to notify Su Er who was on the back of the carriage to wake everyone up and leave. As soon as his boots embroidered with plum blossoms landed, Hua Bing subconsciously turned his head to look at the figure, only to find that there was no one around the ruined temple. The bright moon is in the sky, the temple is ruined in the wilderness, and a few bats fly from the trees. Everything is like a dream. A story about a heroine with childhood shadows and a mutilated personality who, while completing tasks, finds family ties, perfects her character, and desires to become an emperor; a story about a heroine who avoids strangers and rejects others thousands of miles away, but is warmed by a gentle male protagonist.