It wasn't just Celeste Grant; she believed that even back in her former world, the poem most people knew best was "Quiet Night Thought."
Moonlight before my bed,
I mistake it for frost on the ground.
I raise my head to gaze at the moon,
And lower it, homesick.
She was certain most people knew that one. As for the others, how many more they could remember was a true test of skill. After all, not everyone could be an overachiever like Leo, who could recite the entire anthology of *Three Hundred Tang Poems* from memory.
Leo looked up at her. "Miss, that's not very comforting."
"Hahaha..." Celeste Grant laughed. "This just proves that sometimes you just have to take it easy. Don't work yourself so hard. Now get up, and I'll treat you to hot pot some other day."
At the mention of food, Leo scrambled up from the ground, flicking his sleeves. "You're the best, Miss."
「After coming out of seclusion.」
Celeste Grant settled back into her old routine.
