Great Li Dynasty, Nanxing County, Xingzi Town.
One quarter of an hour ago.
On a floating ancient path across Xingzi Lake, strewn with stars, a certain segment.
A man and a woman stood in silence, clinging to each other, tightly embracing, the lake beneath reflecting the round moon.
The man was tall and noble, gentle and Confucian in manner.
The girl was petite and lovely, with an air of graceful charm.
In the distance, a swordsman with his back to them seemed to be keeping watch.
The two stood above the bright moon, quietly affectionate.
"Qian'er, why are you crying?"
Zhao Rong frowned at Zhao Qian'er, who was simultaneously laughing and crying, and said anxiously.
Zhao Qian'er came back to her senses, "It's nothing, I was just thinking about some things from when I was a child."
Zhao Rong sighed, holding her, and gently rocked her like swinging in the evening breeze, "When you were a child? You were such a silly girl back then."
His tone carried a hint of laughter.
