On the morrow and the days after that, Teng Man Rui retraced her steps – the steps she took in the previous years she stayed in Hangzhou. Just like a tourist, she revisited the spectacular sites both famous and hidden in the area.
Sometimes she took photos of landscapes, but most of the times she simply stared at the horizon and at the picturesque view, and sighed heavily.
Just like this moment, she found a spot near the West Lake, at a more secluded area away from the bustling restaurants around. She sat on a rock, and clutched at her skirt and hair as the wind flew past her.
Her hair was in disarray due to the wind, and it danced and had a life of its own.
Yet the lady seemed unfazed by the teasing of the wind. She was too immersed at the moment. She simply sat there for a long time. Afterwards, she stood up.
'Time to revisit that place. Where it all started.'
