Zhang Han was standing in the courtyard looking at vast lines of dark mountains in the distance that looked haunting in contrast with the light-up hillside there were at present, and he wanted to be away from the commotion that erupted in the hall room, he wasn't interested at all as he knew Mei Xing was not coming tonight, it was not possible for her to make in time.
His lost gaze lingered on a certain hilltop with the dim street lamps lit up across the way up the cliff, not so famous but it has haunting folklore behind the existence of the lonesome cemetery at the base of the cliff. From childhood, he had heard some interesting tales from his Butler of that cemetery but never had a chance to visit. His memories rushed of a month ago lark he wanted to do on Mei Xing.
