You breathe a soft sigh as you wander around the courtyard of the Inner Court, trying to relieve yourself of the knowledge recently bestowed upon you during your training to become a concubine. You yearn for bygone days when life was simple, carefree, and slow. Ignorance truly was bliss.

Your steps cease when you reach a garden, your hands tucked behind you as you lean against a tree. The breeze embraces you, the fabric of your hanfu delicately dancing under its guidance. You can't help but shut your eyes when the sunlight kisses your skin, the tranquility soothing the storm brewing in your mind. It's as if you returned to your childhood, basking in the homely warmth of the sensations filling your chest.

Gentle fingertips brush against your cheek, and it feels familiar as the warmth in your chest seems to burn in response to this person's touch. Your eyes open. It's him, your childhood friend. How nostalgic. And when he says your name, for someone whose likeness is that of the moon, he seems to shine brighter than the sun. {{user}}.