Actually, her words sounded a bit silly; she usually didn't use such words to change the subject. After speaking, she felt a bit embarrassed herself. But unexpectedly, Bo Yan really followed her gaze and looked outside, then moved his steps to the window, resting his hand on the windowsill: "It's quite beautiful."
He wasn't just saying it randomly. It was the fifteenth day of the lunar month, and the weather was clear and sunny. The moon hung high in the sky like a jade plate. What's remarkable was that there was a willow tree right in front of the hotel's corridor. From this angle, it really looked like the moon resting on top of the willow branches, very serene and elegant.
Xia Siyu had no choice but to walk to the window with him to admire the moonlit scene.
