"When I was very young..." Mo Shangjun paused for a moment, then turned her head to look at Ya Tianxing, "I forgot."
Ya Tianxing laughed out of anger, "Do you need some herbs to boost your brain?"
Mo Shangjun casually pulled out a blade of grass, then fell back onto the grass, resting her hand under her head. She lifted her gaze toward the night sky above.
The moon hung in the sky, with a few scattered stars.
"When I was little, my grandma loved telling me stories on nights like this," Mo Shangjun said slowly, squinting at the brightest star in the night sky, and added faintly, "If I ever meet them, I'll tell you then."
"Them?" Ya Tianxing tilted his head to look at her.
Mo Shangjun chuckled lightly and said, "The ones who left the scars on my back."
It was a story that was somewhat unusual.
But it wasn't time to tell it yet.
*
The moonlight was like water, and the night was tranquil.
On the vast beach, shouts of slogans rose one after another.
