The secluded path led straight into the thatched cottage.
Starlight and moonlight sprinkled down, covering the thatched roof with a light gauze that was like snow.
Under the eaves, the two of them sat opposite each other and brewed tea with a charcoal stove.
Above the carbon furnace, boiling water was noisy. Tea leaves were floating and sinking in the furnace with the boiling water.
The two old men sat around the charcoal stove. The heat in the stove dispelled the coldness of spring. The time written on their paper was indeed the same. They thought that An Le would be out of the Heart Questioning Forest in fifteen minutes.
However, the two of them obtained the same answer. They were both wrong.
It had only been less than half that time since An Le ended his painting and went through the forest. It was faster than they had expected.
