In the dead of night, Bamboo Grove was utterly silent.
The starry sky above dotted with stars, and the wind carried the drifting fallen leaves, bringing with it a poignant beauty.
In the Red Bamboo Courtyard, Hongye had grown very large, lying on the ground, transformed into a soft large bed.
And on her furry, fluffy belly, Du Yu lay supine, fiddling with his phone.
Perhaps influenced by the environment, Du Yu was browsing the bookstore's announcement, humming softly unconsciously:
"The dark sky hangs low, bright stars follow, bamboo leaves flying, bamboo leaves flying, you are..."
Listening to the familiar tune, Hongye's eyes inevitably grew a little melancholic.
After the brief joy of reunion, there would again be a long separation.
Hongye lifted her massive bear paw, the soft pad beneath, gently covering Du Yu's body.
This song, she knew.
Back when Du Yu had hummed it unconsciously, she had asked Du Yu and learned this melody, beautiful yet somewhat sad.
