When Eleven woke up, it was already night time.
The moonlight that shone on the island was pure, and Su Man had somebody rest Eleven on a waterside pavilion where the white moonlight poured down serenely amidst the calm surroundings. The little wind chime outside the waterside pavilion rang freely, lifting people's moods.
The moonlight reflected off the water surface, leaping onto the ground of the house, lighting up the ground sporadically. When she woke up, she felt a little blurred and did not know where she was. She felt as though she had been asleep for a very long time.
Eleven slowly gathered her memories and frowned uncomfortably. Her heart ached as though millions of silk threads tightly wrapped themselves around her. She felt so uncomfortable that her breath was stuck at her throat.
She had never felt like this in a long time.
