The full moon hangs high, its cold light spilling over the earth, illuminating the mortal world, the deep-autumn scent of Guihua drilling straight into the nose.
In Cheng Su's Household, the lights are already out, the elders and children long asleep; yet out on the balcony, two people refuse to waste the moon—a cup of tea, a handful of flowers, a small plate of fruit, murmuring in low voices, whispering sweet nothings, blatantly basking in the moonlight.
The breeze is faintly cool, the fragrance of flowers rushes to the nose, making the heart feel open and free.
"They all say the moon on the fifteenth is fullest on the sixteenth, but that's not true this year. Tonight's moon is really so round!" Cheng Su said, looking up at the huge moon overhead.
Qi Taiguo wrapped his arms around her from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and asked, "Then do you know why?"
"Hm?"
