C124 A Solitary Exile

It was barely dawn, a moon carved from white jade still hung high in the morning sky, giving off a silvery glow; in the distance, the sky was set with a few sapphire stars that flickered like blinking eyes.

Ding Bufan did not sleep that night, not because of his parents' objection, nor because he was about to leave his hometown and turn around, but because after thinking for the whole night