It was just less than three days, but Ma Meiying had changed a lot. There was a kind of sadness and vicissitudes that was engraved within her eyes, adding on to the fatigue and numbness between her brows.
Clad in mourning white clothes, she stood by the downhill lake, the end of it disappearing into a small, dark tunnel. No one knew where the tunnel led to, but the water here had always been crystal clear, clean and pure. Small fishes could be seen swimming back and forth peacefully and colorful stones decorated the bottom of the lake.
"You said that you like it here?" She whispered to the little ball of light cupped within her palms. Compared to a few days ago, the light from the little ball seemed to have dimmed a lot, as if the slightest harsh wind would be able to blow it away.
However, the little light still resisted tenaciously and snuggled between Ma Meiying's fingers.
