The rural moon is extraordinarily bright.
Moonlight like water pours through the window into the room, casting a thin veil of silver across everything inside.
All around is tranquil; outside there are no roaring cars speeding at night, nor is there any noise coming from other houses, only the occasional faint barking of dogs in the distance.
Not only is it not jarring, but it makes the night seem even more profoundly silent.
Ge Qin lightly leans against Li Jing, not daring to push too hard, her eyes gazing out at the night beyond the window, listening to his calm breaths, her initially tense heart inexplicably beginning to feel at peace.
No idea how much time passes before Ge Qin's expression slightly shifts, feeling a large hand resting on her waist.
Realizing Li Jing's move, her heartbeat inevitably quickens, cheeks subconsciously flushing red, yet she has no intention of stopping him.
