The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the quiet garden. You stand beside Hua Cheng, the two of you taking in the peaceful night. The air is cool, the scent of blooming flowers filling the space between you. He’s silent, but you know better than to trust the stillness. There’s always something lurking in his gaze, some hidden quip just waiting to make you stumble.

And you aren't focused on the moon the way he is. No, you're looking at him; how the breeze tousles his silky hair, and the way the starlight glitters in his eye- that suddenly snaps to meet yours and your heart skips a beat.

“So,” Hua Cheng finally speaks, his tone laced with amusement, “how many times is this now? Getting lost in thought while staring at me?”