Ning Chenguang was having a lively and bustling time, running wildly in the fields with a group of kids, climbing trees to take bird nests, and going down to the river to catch small fish.
In his spare time, he followed He Mu to learn how to read.
His photographic memory indeed amazed everyone in the village.
When he finished the first book, An Hao wrote a letter.
The letter described the beautiful times in the village and conveyed his hope to reassure his mother.
In the city, everyone was also thriving in their own lives.
Especially Yan Huan.
Being in love, every day was a new day, a new page.
Ever since she returned from He Family Manor, she had been having a recurring dream.
The dream was of that small courtyard, and the white moonlight within it she could never reach.
People often say dreams are a reflection of extended thoughts.
But she couldn't figure out what connection she had with that small courtyard.
