C68 The Human Heart Is Strange

Moonlight draped over Shushan like a pristine white gown, and the massive trees atop the sword peak stood as sharp swords thrusting into the void under its glow.

Nangong Fan and Lee Taibai were seated on a freshly swept stone bench, with a modest spread of vegetarian dishes, a flask of wine, and two small cups arranged on the table before them. Bathed in the lunar light