C535 Banquet

At night, Qin Zixia was lying on the ancient looking great wooden bed with Qin Yao in her arms. She looked out the window, where a bright moon hung high in the sky, and where the casket had been carved into the sky, there was a mercury-white moonlight. On summer nights, Qin Yuehe would fan her with a palm-leaf fan, and she liked to watch the moon