Yi Province's climate was certainly different from Caiyun's.
By Mid-Autumn in September, the vegetation on the mountains had already begun to wither. Many insects had disappeared, and it had become much quieter. Qinghe had mentioned that recently every morning and evening was foggy, and Zheng Zhilan could feel the moisture in the air.
Tonight was exceptionally clear.
She sat on the rooftop, looking up, feeling the moonlight, when suddenly it dimmed as the huge figure of the Evil God passed by.
In Zheng Zhilan's imagination, the moon was a glowing silver disc, not as dazzling as the sun, and very gentle. But just now, Qinghe had told her that one could see mountains and large craters on the moon, with areas of light and dark.
She tried hard to imagine it.
Before long, Qinghe came back up from downstairs, holding a thin jacket.
"Aren't you coming down?"
"The signal is bad downstairs," Zheng Zhilan lowered her head and smiled at him. "It's better up here, but it often cuts out."
