In the tranquil night, a gentle breeze swept across the lake, sending ripples across its surface, while the dense leaves of the Cyan Plum Tree rustled softly.
Beneath the bright moonlight, Song Changsheng sat by the lake, quietly gazing at the myriad stars. They were like countless jewels studding the pitch-black canopy of night, each one radiating a brilliant light.
'He often wondered if, among all these stars, there might be one called the "Sun." If so, he really wanted to go and see it.'
'After all, in a sense, that was his home. He hadn't been particularly fond of it, but after being away for so long, he still missed it a little...'
Suddenly, he felt something squirm in his arms. Looking down, he saw that the girl sleeping soundly against him had shifted into a more comfortable position.
Clear tear tracks still remained on her face, but now, a peaceful smile graced her lips, as if she were having a wonderful dream.
