The edges of her lips slowly raised. She laughed plainly and nodded heavily, saying lightly, "Sure. Let's go to Yan Bei."
The night was long. In the icy-cold, humid prison cell within the capital, two small children were separated by a wall. They sat in their respective cells, their hands reaching through the hole they had made, intertwined with each other's.
We will go to Yan Bei. We will make it out of here.
The night and the raging winds passed. The sky slowly brightened up. The sounds of heavy footsteps rudely awakened the sleeping children. They swiftly retracted their hands, covering the hole even before they had opened their eyes. They saw black cotton boots stepping on the dusty prison floor, step by step. Crisp sounds of keys jangling together resonated non-stop.
