The time ticked by little by little, from evening till midnight, then from midnight till dawn, as Mo Wen sat on the bed motionlessly. A tinge of strangeness pervaded the air in the whole room from the beginning.
At times, it was bone piercing cold, like one was on the iceberg, and at other times, it was burning hot, like one was in the smelting furnace. Still other times, it was a combination of cold and hot, like the night of Spring.
When he opened his eyes again, a golden flame with an enchanting red glow was dancing in one eye, while the other eye was icy cold, like a frozen diamond. When the two colors gradually faded and returned to normal, a gust of strong wind blew suddenly in the room, and raised from the floor to form a whirlwind.
