Ningyan ate her fill and leaned back against the chair, letting out a long breath.
These past couple of days, she had been lying in bed almost all the time, and her bones felt sore.
She stretched lazily, watching the moon slowly rise.
Whether it's the sunrise or the moonrise, they both make the seas of the Maldives reflect different styles of beauty.
Ningyan couldn't help but walk to the balcony railing, quietly gazing at the beautiful night sea.
She especially loved watching the moon; its gentle light made her feel at peace.
Zhuo Junyue walked into the bedroom, took out a cloak, and draped it over her.
Standing by her side, Zhuo Junyue thought that with her around, any scenery viewed was a beautiful one.
The moonlight was enchanting, and Ningyan leaned on his shoulder, thinking of all the things that had happened in the past as if they were just yesterday.
The journey had indeed not been easy.
