The waxing moon hung obliquely in the sky, its faint light outlining the contours of the mountains. The small village was mostly made up of tiled-roof houses, the tiles smoothed by years of rain. From a bird's-eye view, this cluster of buildings, dilapidated during the day, now reflected the cold moonlight.
Crows cawed in the moonlit night.
Brother Nan pushed open the door, the old hinges creaking.
Zheng Zhilan was already lying in bed.
Seeing her wearing over-ear headphones, semi-reclined with her eyes open and staring straight ahead as if intently listening to something, Brother Nan immediately lightened her steps and tiptoed over.
However, Zheng Zhilan noticed her in advance and tilted her head slightly. Her eyes weren't particularly bright, yet they seemed to convey her thoughts. This immediately made Brother Nan, who felt like a thief caught red-handed, somewhat embarrassed.
"What are you doing?" Brother Nan asked.
"Hm?"
