Deep into the night, the stars spread across the heavens.
The misty moonlight, like a layer of thin fog, spilled loneliness everywhere.
A crescent moon shone down on Gu Mansion in C City, and on the Song Family compound in the Capital.
But poetic lines such as "thousands of miles sharing the beauty of the moon" didn't seem to apply here, at best only "gazing at the moon, all is the same" could describe the scene.
All is the same!
All is the same, indeed!
The quarreling in the Song Family ceased at this moment, and Jiang Muwan sat in the Song Family's living room for a long time, her heart's turmoil churning like stormy waves,
unable to calm down for a long while.
At eleven o'clock sharp, Gu Jiangnian's phone call came through, startled her awake. Jiang Muwan didn't think too much, within a second she reached out and cut off the call, with such a clean and decisive action, so fast that Song Sizhi didn't even see who the caller was.
