C170 Late Night Visitors

The night was as cool as water. The new moon peeked out from the clouds, and the silver radiance lightly added a hint of drowsiness to the tranquil courtyard. The leaves of the wutong tree by the window swayed in the wind. Occasionally, a leaf would fall, swaying along with the wind. It slipped past the open window and fell a few times in the air before finally landing quietly on the jade floor