With 'two reachable moons,' Zhao Rong returned to that Bamboo Forest Courtyard.
Along the familiar road, he passed the attacked Bamboo Forest Courtyard, crossed the small creek with a stone bridge, and headed towards the Elegant Courtyard in his memory.
Getting closer and closer.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Rong felt a sense of fear.
Like... the trepidation of approaching home.
The surrounding Bamboo Forest Courtyards were long abandoned, now enveloped in the darkness of night.
But from afar, he saw the light still shining from his Elegant Courtyard, conspicuous against the dark, cold night.
Zhao Rong rubbed the corner of his eye.
And rubbed again.
Perhaps having grown used to the darkness along the way, the sudden light felt somewhat piercing.
It was like... a lighthouse on a dark coastline, guiding some night-returners.
Approaching the final corner, Zhao Rong unconsciously slowed his steps, or rather... lightened them.
