Far away in Wu village, under that same silver moon, Lin Xu sat outside of her shop.
She had made a special room where they could sleep in when they stayed late and couldn't go home.
The day's noise had long faded, and the streets were silent except for the soft chirping of crickets.
Yiling had already gone to bed, and Yan Mei had dozed off beside the counter after a long day of helping. But Lin Xu couldn't sleep.
She held a cup of warm tea in her hands, though it had already gone cold. Her eyes were fixed on the moon.
Her lips curved into a faint, melancholic smile. "Why does it feel like the moon looks different tonight…" she whispered.
[Host, are you thinking about Mo Ying again?]
Susu's soft, teasing voice echoed in her head.
Lin Xu sighed. "No, I'm not," she said stubbornly, though her voice trembled slightly. "I'm just… thinking."
[Thinking about him.]
"I said I'm not," she muttered as she used her hands to slap the flying ball, causing it to fall and hiss in pain.
