C219 I Don't Know Why I Wanted to Call You

The autumn wind blew in through the open window, the wind chimes tinkled with the wind. I turned my head to look out the window and saw the moon high in the sky. It was bright and clear. The Mid-Autumn Festival was coming up in half a month.

Maybe in the dead of night, especially easy to recall the memories in the depths of the memory! I thought of Brother Ming, last year's Mid-Autumn Festival