Ma Yuan remained in the same posture beneath the green flame tree. He was seated, his head bent down and one of his palms supporting it, leaving one free hand.
Tears continually poured out of him, as he muffled his cries. If he started yelling, he was afraid he would never stop.
"Shun Fei, why did you leave?" he weakly said with a cackled voice.
He still made no attempt to reach for the talisman. Every time he would try to reach out, fear would overwhelm him, and his hands would refuse to move.
He stared at it, and before he knew it, the talisman seemed to have transformed into the visage of his wife. Her cold, stern, breath-taking face that hid her emotions, those limpid black eyes that hid a curiosity in them, and a presence that he could never forget.
