"A bright moon rises over the sea, at this moment, we share the same moon from afar..."
Lu Xi'an recalled these two lines of ancient poetry and murmured them.
Hmm... what's next? This poem seems to be a five-character regulated verse, eight lines in total, what comes after?
What we've learned was ultimately returned to the teacher.
Or, we could say now, returned to another world.
"Is this a poem?"
Yao Wei asked. She had read the language textbooks, hence she knew what a poem was.
Lu Xi'an nodded, saying, "Yes, it is."
Yao Wei then praised, "That's amazing."
"..."
Lu Xi'an smiled bitterly in his heart and responded with silence. The knowledge learned in another world had already been returned there, what's so amazing about that?
The moon on the sea, for him, was destined not to be shared at the ends of the earth.
Talking about this only brings a heart full of melancholy...
