Long, long ago, he knew a girl.
He had tried to use words to describe her, he scoured the dictionary for all the words of praise, but still couldn't capture her essence.
She was beautiful and elegant, played the piano masterfully, and danced with grace, especially her eyes—pure and clean like the untouched springs atop mountains.
When she crossed overpasses and encountered beggars, she would stop with a smile and give them money, in the rain she would ask the driver to stop the car and help an old man push his vendor cart, and on the weekends she would volunteer at the welfare home.
Back then, her gaze was warm, and she always spoke to everyone with a smile and politeness.
There was not a single flaw to be found on her.
All the boys called her a goddess.
And he called her.
Moonlight.
Lu Jingyan was stunned for a while before responding, "What do you mean?"
Sheng Xian's Adam's apple slid up and down, but he didn't speak.