Wei Yuan looked around, then at the moon in the sky, lost in thought.
The moonlight descended steadily from the sky like water, flowing to the ground and gradually illuminating the black space. As the flowing moonlight reached Wei Yuan, it slowly climbed up his body.
Wei Yuan found the moonlight slightly cold and humid, somewhat like real water but heavier and more viscous.
He sat still, watching as the moonlight crept onto his body and then extended backward.
The moonlit gathering turned into a lake, from which emerged a little girl, no older than ten, with an extraordinary beauty, both elegant and alluring. But on her exquisite face, her eyes were deep like a well, emanating an icy aura that chilled to the bone, and her slightly upturned lips slowly parted with a trickle of fresh blood seeping through.
