The moon is round like a tray.
Bamboo shadows sway.
What mars the beauty is.
The starlight is slightly sparse, scattered across the dome, sometimes hidden, sometimes visible.
Due to increased environmental awareness, Kyoto's smog problem has improved in recent years, but it ultimately cannot compare to the countryside.
The countryside nights are still much cleaner and clearer.
Yet life is like this.
There are always trade-offs.
The countryside lacks the bustling prosperity of the city, doesn't it?
In the ancient quiet courtyard amidst the noise, Lan Peizhi is still habitually wearing simple hemp clothing, only her retro water wave hairstyle is undone, cascading naturally. She slightly tilts her head, standing solitary in the courtyard, gazing at the boundless night, her cheeks serene, pondering who knows what.
"Sigh..."
