Inside, Zhao Nuan Yang waited for his sister. When she didn't come back, he went out to look for her, only to find her and Hua Yusen sitting on a bench, embracing as they gazed at the moon.
Zhao Nuan Yang started to call out, but he opened his mouth only to close it again. He turned and went back inside.
"Nuanyue, Nuanyue," Hua Yusen murmured to himself as he gazed at the moon.
"Hm?" Zhao Nuanyue turned her head. "Were you calling me?"
"Heh, I wasn't calling for you. I was just thinking about your name. It's wonderful," Hua Yusen chuckled, gently nipping the tip of Zhao Nuanyue's nose. "The moon gives off a feeling of being bright and pure, but also cold and lonely. But adding the word 'warm' in front gives that bright, cold moonlight a touch of warmth—just like you. You're so kind, and you bring warmth to people. Nuanyang is a great name, too. The person who chose your names must have loved you very much."
