Fresh out of school, her beautiful campus crush came to nothing. She thought she would spend the rest of her life with nothing but music for company, living a quiet, uneventful life. But an inflamed wisdom tooth brought him into the final stretch of her youth.
After more than twenty years of study, from undergraduate to doctoral degrees, he had spent his days with books beneath a solitary lamp, devoting himself to scholarship. He had thought himself incapable of desire or love, until a damp-haired girl with a soft, smoky singing voice crashed into his heart.
"Dr. Wei, when did you start liking me?" The girl rose onto her tiptoes, barely reaching his collar as she whispered the question.
"When you were singing about the moon." He gazed at the moonlight in her eyes and stroked her fluffy, cloudlike hair. "The moonlight is beautiful tonight."
