Wine was the best spirit wine.
Yan Ye filled her glass and stared at the little girl in front of him with his bright eyes. He watched as she ate happily. His hand gently stroked Beiting Huang's back and looked at the moon in the sky through the window.
The moon was gradually becoming round. There were still two full moons left. From now on, perhaps there would be no more pain of the moon. The calamity of the full moon would end in two months, and perhaps…
Even Yan Ye didn't dare to think about it.