The paper cranes soared in the sky. After minutes they all went their separate way. One of the cranes flew towards the nearby village of Guikal.
The little girl who helped fold the cranes, sat behind two women and glanced down at the vast world.
She kept peering at the direction of the disappearing figure of Xia Che.
'Young master Xia Che, I will never forget you.' she thought with her hands clenched. She will always remember his life saving grace.
"Little girl, what is your name?" one of the women shouted in the wind.
"My name is Haily," she shouted.
The woman in front of her turned back and nodded. "Oh, you are my family servant's daughter, right?"
With her head down she mumbled, "Yes, young lady,"
"Then you will serve me personally from today," she said with a sneer.
The little girl nodded her head with a downcast look. Her own mother had suffered under this young lady's demands. And she did not want to serve anyone.
