If the stories in classical Chinese went this way, they would probably afford great satisfaction to everyone.
— On the evening of the 12th night of the 10th lunar month of the Yuanfeng reign, I undressed with the intention to sleep. The moon shed light on the room, I got up at its invitation and ventured out. To find company to share the fun, I proceeded to the Chengtian Temple to find Zhang Huaimin.
— Zhang Huaimin: Not interested.
“Journal of A Night out at the Chengtian Temple”: The End