Xiao Quan turned his head slightly, glancing at the person who was so arrogant.,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.",After being blown by the cold wind, Xiao Quan's understanding of the world he was in gradually became clearer.。