The night was enchanting. A sliver of moonlight cast its gentle glow as a sky full of stars hung overhead. It was a magnificent portrait of the world, one that whispered of its countless mysteries and splendors.
Wen Qingye stood by a haystack, hands clasped behind his back. His posture was ramrod straight and proud as the evening breeze brushed past him. He gazed quietly at the night sky, a look of enchantment in his eyes.
Xiaxia walked to Wen Qingye's side and stared, mesmerized, at the sky. "Master, the sky is so beautiful tonight. You can see all the stars."
"Yes, the stars are beautiful," Wen Qingye said, a natural smile gracing his lips.
Xiaxia murmured, "Looking at a sky full of stars is a truly happy and blissful thing."
Wen Qingye gazed at the dazzling starlight and said with a sigh, "You stand on this ordinary land looking up at the stars, but who's to say the people on those stars aren't looking down at us?"
