C118 In the Passion of the Woodpile

The cool moonlight shone down in a pale manner.

The night was illuminated into a faint daytime.

In the middle of the night.

The whole village was immersed in a dream.

The cool moonlight illuminated the short mud walls and brick walls of the village.

He also saw a large area of mud huts and a few brick houses in the village.

Behind the bright moonlight