Xiao Quan looked around the unfamiliar surroundings with confusion. "Granduncle... uncle What granduncle Where are we",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.",Hesitated for a moment, wanting to take a step forward, but after a while of thought, she turned and left in a hurry, leaving only a faint scent of wildflowers in the air.。