A Powerful Sense of Longing
Éditeur: EndlessFantasy Translation
That night, the moon shone brightly and the stars scattered scarcely. It was near midnight, and the lanterns in the Fallen Phoenix Palace were still lit.
Han Moze waved off the last of the eunuchs and imperial maids, then quietly stepped into the Fallen Phoenix Palace alone.
As he stood in the center of the Fallen Phoenix palace, he stared out at the familiar surroundings. Emptiness was all he felt deep in his very heart.
Shuang'er, I just can't seem to get used to life without you. Life seems to be colorless without you by my side.
Deep down inside, he grew ever longing for her, but just when he was going to go crazy, Han Moze spun around and slowly walked over to the window. He looked up and quietly gazed into the sky above.
All he could see was the scarlet, sickle-shaped moon which made the evening feel unusually eerie. With just one glance, it froze hearts.