Today was the seventeenth day of the lunar month.
Zheng Zhilan told him the moonlight was bright where she was, the valleys under its cover beautiful, and the mist shimmered with a silver light.
Zhou Li felt somewhat uncomfortable.
These scenes should have been described by Qinghe and her.
Putting down his phone, he got up, put on his slippers, and walked to the window, pulling the curtain open slightly.
Yan City was still rainy, although it had stopped raining for now. The city lights turned the clouds above orange-yellow, preventing the moonlight from penetrating.
So, he drew the curtain closed again and walked back.
Huai Xu on the upper bunk stared at him, puzzled. Once there was some noise from below, she leaned over the bed's edge, peering down.
Zhou Li's phone was lit; her eyesight was excellent.
Zhou Li: It's a pity, it's raining here. It might be something the government's doing; it usually rains during the college entrance exams.
Little Zheng: Why?
