The moon shone faintly, its silver light casting thin, feather-like clouds that appeared and disappeared intermittently.
Humming a cheerful tune, Han Xiaoyue made her way ho from the internet cafe.
"I want the moon in the sky and the frost on the ground, I want a translucent study and the madness of youth..."
She even excitedly snapped a picture of the moon.
Young girls are always making a fuss over nothing.
If the moon were struck by a teorite, they’d want to take a picture to commorate it too.
"You got the song wrong! The correct lyrics should be: I want the moon in the sky and the frost on the ground, I want an alabaster girl and a bed dyed in black."
Wang Hao couldn’t resist teasing, "These days, singers keep changing things up, nothing’s authentic anymore!"
"...Your version is just tacky!" Han Xiaoyue habitually bantered back, "Talking about an ’alabaster girl’, with you holed up at ho like this, do you think girls are just going to co knocking?"
"Tacky? Today’s music scene is full of pompous show-offs, utterly fake. If you ask , back in the day, that was when true diversity in music existed. Now, such songs are no longer around."
Wang Hao began to sing "That Night," "Poisonous Perfu," and another very famous song "Little White Face."
"You finally beca soone’s little white face, how much can dignity be worth after all..."
Hearing this kind of song for the first ti, Han Xiaoyue couldn’t stop her "giggles" from bursting out, "Stop singing! If soone overhears, they’ll think I’m keeping you as my sugar baby!"
Wang Hao shalessly proclaid, "Being kept by a rich lady is precisely my life goal!"
"Ladies, please take care of the internet cafe’s business, it’s about to go bankrupt!"
The moon was still up there, though a bit dimr.
It looked like a big, white egg.
"When will it recover?" Xiaoyue glanced at the moon.
"This ti we’re just lucky," Wang Hao, who had been following the news with great interest for several days, began to lose his enthusiasm, "Actually, this is a good thing!"
"Why?"
"It taught to appreciate the life we have. Work when it’s ti to work, sleep when it’s ti to sleep, have fun when it’s ti to relax. Otherwise, who knows? One day a teorite might fall from the sky and that’s it, you’re gone, leaving behind a line."
"Do you, a Jin Li, really need to worry about getting struck by a teorite?" Han Xiaoyue laughed again and bounced ahead, then spun around, "Even if it’s a teorite from the sky, it could turn out to be gold!"
"What’s the use of gold? It’s just rumor, but they say that the teorite that hit the Moon had top-quality ore, including elents rarely found on Earth, like Mithril." Old Wang teased his cousin under the moonlight, looking charming in her short skirt.
"In the past, reserves of Mithril were hidden at the bottom of the sea, ten thousand ters deep. What do you think, is it easier to mine from the bottom of the ocean or from the Moon?"
"Both are difficult, but what exactly is Mithril?" Han Xiaoyue’s curiosity piqued, and she halted in her tracks, "Is the silver from the sea different from that on the surface?"
Seeing Xiaoyue’s naive, adorable reaction, Wang Hao knew she was starting to buy into it, which made him inwardly burst with laughter. Teasing the little girl was just too enjoyable, "Of course, it’s a mysterious elent!"
"I once found a necklace made of Mithril; I’ll give it to you."
"Soon, sumr vacation will be over, won’t it? The holidays that are so deeply missed will end, and university life will finally begin."
"Co on, the university is just next door... you’re acting as if we’re about to part forever." Xiaoyue rolled her eyes, "Actually, university life is pretty busy."
"Indeed."
After returning ho, Wang Hao rummaged through his things and found a beautiful necklace.
Actually... it was not sothing he’d stumbled upon; how could he give away sothing he’d just found?
Instead, he had ordered it specially from a friend in the group chat.
There happened to be a jeweler among his friends, and the price wasn’t too steep—just over 10,000 yuan for a necklace—not considered a luxury, perfectly suitable for a first-year college girl.
The material, of course, wasn’t Mithril, but ordinary platinum.
Where in the world would you find sothing like Mithril?
...
...
Han Xiaoyue watched her older cousin place the sparkling necklace around her neck with his own hands.
She felt incredibly nervous, as if ti stood still at that second, and the air around her seed to solidify; she could distinctly hear her own heartbeat.
Should she refuse, or... accept?
The gift was far too precious...
Its value was imasurable!
Why?
Han Xiaoyue felt a trace of fear in her heart.
[Could he] really know nothing about it?
Not necessarily.
Thinking of her older cousin as a fool would only an she was the fool herself.
...
Why?
That question lingered in her mind.
No one should take what they haven’t earned.
She dared not.
Suddenly, she saw the gaming helt on the table, glowing with faint blue lights.
A specific thought gradually surfaced in her mind.
Apparently, an unruly "client" was about to co to the internet cafe, like that "client" called Ling Pingzhi.
But this "client" was far more irritable than Ling Pingzhi; there might be danger!
"So, you guys... you’ve co up with this Moon and you’re about to win? Older cousin, is that why you gave a necklace in advance?"
As the thought struck her, she shivered all over in amazent. What kind of level could a necklace that could suppress a Demon God be? And now it just hung around her neck?
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