Ji Shaoyou walked outside the door and saw Qian Chengbing standing on the balcony. The cold moonlight shone on his face, depicting his deep facial features like an ancient Roman sculpture. He was dressed in white and looked as if he was born out of dust.
A huge white bird, and the huge sadness that enveloped him was like an invisible cage that prevented him from fluttering his wings.
great sadness...
Why... do I feel this way...
Ji Shaoyou couldn't understand and didn't bother to think about it, so he simply said, "What are you doing?"
Qian Chengbing turned her head indifferently, as if she could not be affected by anything. "Why are you up?"
Ji Shaoyou scratched his head and walked into the kitchen, "You think I am willing?! Who told you not to have dinner? My mother said that if you get up in the middle of the night, she would ask me to get up and heat up a meal for you to save you from hunger." Ji Shaoyou said.
"……sorry."
"Huh?" Ji Shaoyou stuck out his head.
"I always feel like... I've added a lot of trouble." Qian Chengbing tried his best to raise a smile, but Ji Shaoyou could see that he didn't want to smile.
"Hey, don't always think of yourself as an outsider, okay?" Ji Shaoyou said.
"Um?"
Ji Shaoyou put the pot on the gas stove and walked to the balcony.
Ji Shaoyou raised his head and looked at Qian Chengbing. He was very tall, so he needed to look up.
Ji Shaoyou followed Qian Chengbing's gaze and saw the golden full moon. It seemed that... he finally understood something.
"Are you homesick?"
"Huh?" Qian Chengbing turned around.
"The moon is very round. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, your family will accompany you."
As if he finally understood what Ji Shaoyou was talking about, Qian Chengbing turned his gaze away from her and said softly, "No."