What are you even trying to say?
What are you even trying to convey?
Everyone should be worried about how she could go back.
But every time she does, she halted herself from the door.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
She looked out at the wall. The door was opening wide. Qing Long's sobs were evident, and he tried to control it away. At the door, someone showed up. She looked up to see Li Lei Jie and Zhu Xiaojun at the door frame, observing Ying Yue's body.
She looked down as the tears streamed down from her cheeks. She sobbed, her shoulder shook. "She's gone. She's now gone."
Those words meant the entire world to Xiaojun. He slid down at the frame as he couldn't process it anymore. She worked up as she felt the arms draping around her body. She doesn't know what to think anymore. Trying every sense to picture that everything falling apart.
