The moon shone faintly, its silver light casting thin, feather-like clouds that appeared and disappeared intermittently.
Humming a cheerful tune, Han Xiaoyue made her way home from the internet cafe.
"I want the moon in the sky and the frost on the ground, I want a translucent study and the madness of youth..."
She even excitedly snapped a picture of the moon.
Young girls are always making a fuss over nothing.
If the moon were struck by a meteorite, they'd want to take a picture to commemorate it too.
"You got the song wrong! The correct lyrics should be: I want the moon in the sky and the frost on the ground, I want an alabaster girl and a bed dyed in black."
Wang Hao couldn't resist teasing, "These days, singers keep changing things up, nothing's authentic anymore!"
"...Your version is just tacky!" Han Xiaoyue habitually bantered back, "Talking about an 'alabaster girl', with you holed up at home like this, do you think girls are just going to come knocking?"
