C177 Chang's Raid Camp

Night slowly descended. A few stars lit up the sky, and a crescent moon rose from the horizon. The only sounds that could be heard were heavy panting, the rustling of feet on leaves, and the buzzing of insects.

The moon was like a hook, Xiao He didn't know why, but he thought of this phrase. He stood under the shade of a tree, looking up at the sky.

Tonight was an unusually sunny day