As dusk slowly settled and the lanterns began to glow, the entire Imperial Palace seemed to be veiled in an ethereal gauze, bathed in a soft, tranquil halo of light.
The watery moonlight spilled gently across every inch of the Imperial Palace grounds, adding a touch of romance and poetry to the solemn, stately place.
Lucia held Su Yaoyao's hand tightly as they strolled leisurely along the path back to their chambers.
The gentle moonlight draped over them, casting long shadows that seemed to pave a fantastical path to the shores of happiness.
A light breeze stirred, carrying the rich, lingering fragrance from the gardens. It swirled around them, as if adding to the beauty of their affection.
"Yaoyao, my time with you today felt like a dream. I'm afraid that when I open my eyes, it will all vanish," Lucia said, breaking the silence. His voice was filled with rapture and a barely perceptible trace of worry.
