With no other choice in the situation to be reversed, I stood still with my head facing towards the light blue sky, barefooted until Li Li brought a white flower embroidered shoes. It is spare weighted pair of shoes at the same time Li Li volunteered to stay with me by herself while heading to the temple together with Lianhuahua.
"I have come here to make you wear these precious shoes that Lianhuahua made. It is her gift for you. Hui Ying Au." That name crashes my heart because I am not her. It is still difficult to pretend nothing happened. The in-between thoughts remain and hung from two sides of my head like a horizontal thread being warped, and the confusion is just swiping similar to paint in which the choices I have made are put on hold in activities of the outcome if it is being held out as a scene.
