The moon rose exceptionally early for the Single Moon Festival. The sun would usually only set after six on most days, but it started to get dark after five that day.
Xiao Lin used his break to look out of the palace, only to see the two round moons had converged, as if they had merged into one. However, it did not dim the moonlight. It was actually brighter than usual; a vibrant, silver moonlight lit up the world. Even the weeds and bugs on the ground within the palace could be clearly seen.
Xiao Lin stared for a moment when a cold breeze blew by, causing him to sneeze. He shook his head. "Why is it suddenly so cold?"