He could just make out some small displays in the shop window, which drew Luo Qiu inside.,He looked at Luo Qiu and said: “This ‘Crimson Moon’ is something that only the people of a tribe living in ancient Latin America would possess. The people of this tribe, once they encountered unbearable grief or anger, or even joy, their eyes would change into this beautiful crimson. And under the moonlight, they would release a beautiful glow. Of course, this tribe has already been extinct... because of these beautiful eyes. This might be the only 'Crimson Moon' that has survived in the world.”,Luo Qiu unconsciously pondered this question... The surroundings fell into a profound silence, so quiet that Luo Qiu felt a sense of peace.。