It was late at night, the pitch-black sky was dotted with shimmering stars, appearing exceptionally dazzling. A crescent moon hung slanted in the sky, its faint moonlight like a thin gauze, fluttering and scattering on the ground, merging with our firelight. A gentle breeze blew, the bonfire's flames flickered, occasionally making a "crackling" sound. The grasshoppers and crickets hidden in the grass tirelessly chirped, making this suburban night lively and vivid.
Ever since the coachman said that sentence, my heart hasn't been at peace for a moment, the old man's voice kept echoing in my ears: 'This girl is undoubtedly gentle and virtuous, suitable for a home, the Young Master must not miss her...'
Although, I had never thought of her that way before, but after the old man's words, I suddenly felt that he had a point.
