"Trembling with fear, she picked up the receiver and laid it on the bedsheet. But the night was so still that even from a distance she could hear Liuyuan’s perfectly calm voice saying “Liusu, from your window, can you see the moon?”
She didn’t know why, but suddenly she started sobbing. The moon shone bright and blurry through her tears, silver, with a slightly greenish tint. “In my window,” said Liuyuan, “there is a flowering vine that blocks half the view. Maybe it’s a rose. Or maybe not.” He didn’t say anything more but the phone stayed off the hook. After a very long while, Liusu began to wonder if he had dozed of, but finally there was a gentle click."
— Love In A Fallen City