Suddenly, a light flashed in my mind! Could it be that...Sima Yang's mother has...already...that?
Thinking of this, I wish I could jump off the top of the mountain and die! Asuezuki, look at what kind of question you asked.
Silence...the scene fell into an unprecedented silence...
Sima Yang gently rubbed my shoulder, with a hidden smile in his voice: "Ahem...my mother was in the wind and black for a month more than ten years ago...ahem...ahem...that is, there was a cloud hanging in the sky.
'Poetic' On a night with a watermelon-like moon, I took my eldest brother and moved into the Zi Zhu Pavilion in the backyard of the palace. I seldom come out..."
As I said that, there was another slight vibration in the hollow of my shoulder.[
Damn it! This guy actually brought the topic back again! Did he really want to talk about how I hate what the moon looks like? Or, did he just want to take the opportunity to despise me?
Just when I was so depressed that I wanted to pull out a few hairs and tie them up, Sima Yang stopped trembling.
He slowly raised his head from my shoulder, staring at me with his bright eyes for a moment, with a smile that couldn't be hidden at the corner of his mouth: "Actually, if you look carefully, you can see the little black dot on the moon... cough...
It really looks a bit like watermelon seeds...ahem..."
Sure enough! I knew he brought the topic back just to make fun of me!