She stood behind Zhi Chen, standing still.
Dong Huiying lifted her gaze, looking at this silent moonlit night.
No matter what happens in the world, or how much sorrow and joy there is, the sky is always that sky, and the moonlight is always that moonlight.
These scenes might change with the weather, but they are eternally unchanging.
For instance, regardless of whether there are clouds or whether it can be seen, the moon always hangs there, eternally unchanged.
Zhi Chen seemed unaware of his wife's arrival. He drank cup after cup, immersed in those memories. He was too deeply entrenched, his thoughts unable to break free.
Dong Huiying stood behind, speculating that Zhi Chen's foul mood must be related to something he heard from Miao Qing during the day.
Specifically, it must be related to Mother Liang and Liang Yuru.
