An hour slowly passed.
The moon watched tranquilly as those big eyes stared into the veil…
Two hours passed.
The cold wind hissed, and those big eyes stared…
…
That veil hadn't moved the slightest in all this time, and that jade statue's poster was just as perfect as it was in the beginning. Feng Zhiwei was already about to break – what is happening!
"What are you doing?"
The jade statue answered: "Waiting."
"Waiting for whom?"
"Them"
Feng Zhiwei sighed, and she understood how pointless it would be to ask who "them" are. He would never be able to answer. "Why aren't they here?"
It would be better if they came. A blade to the neck would be better than waiting around with this jade statue all night on the muddy spring ground.
