The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, the bright moonlight pouring down like mercury.
Yu Youhan stood in the air, her pure white skirt fluttering in the night breeze. Her exquisite face was cold and ethereal, with a layer of silver edging her hair, appearing even more dazzling than the moon in the sky.
Chen Mo was once again entranced.
Yu Youhan slightly tilted her head, a strand of hair falling beside her cheek, adding a touch of charm, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Chen Mo's heart raced. His usual flattery was stuck in his throat, and he stammered, "Your humble servant... your humble servant thinks tonight's moonlight is beautiful..."
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Yu Youhan was somewhat puzzled.
She raised her slender neck to look at the night sky, her azure eyes gazing at the crescent moon, and she said softly, "Yes, it is indeed beautiful."
The two of them looked up at the sky in silence for a long time.
