Late at night, in the barn.
Bright moonlight seeped softly through the door crack, spreading a layer of soft silver frost on the ground.
Dong Shu stood still, with the silver white moonlight from outside spilling over his frail figure.
He didn't make any particularly large movements.
But his slightly trembling arms and the boots that occasionally rose and fell revealed his turbulent heart.
"Lilia, you really... really can't stay in the village any longer!"
The typically bright eyes of a young man were now red, and his voice carried a hint of crying.
Standing in stark contrast was the girl quietly standing in the shadows in front of Dong Shu, bathed in moonlight.
Her plain white linen dress looked like a wildflower wilting in the mud from the rain.
Her appearance was not particularly remarkable, the unrefined features obscured by the shadow on her cheeks were almost indistinct.
Only those calm crystal-clear eyes reflecting the moonlight were particularly captivating.
