After saying that, Qin Feng swept his sleeves and left.,He gazed at the bright moon in the sky, and was reminded of a particularly fitting poem. He couldn't help but recite: "Before my bed, the bright moon shines, / Like frost on the ground it seems to be. / I lift my head to see the moon high, / And lower my head to think of home.",Xiao Quan clenched his fist, a storm brewing in his heart.。