This Friday night, Zheng Qing had an uneasy time.
After Xin Fat Man gave him a 'kind' tip, he immediately started to write earnestly and ingeniously an apology letter giving enough reasons for not being able to help her revise Talisman Studies in the library tomorrow noon, asking for forgiveness and such.
Watching the blue paper crane flutter away under the moonlight, Zheng Qing finally fell asleep filled with worries.
But his sleep was not peaceful.
Although the Tarot card inlaid with many gemstones was still flickering with fascinating light by his pillow, it didn't bring any calmness to this young scholarship student.
He started having nightmares again.
First, it was the little kitten with its eyeballs gouged out, followed by Doctor Du Zemu whose eyes were hollow, and then the fishman with horrifyingly white eyeballs, menacingly flapping its dorsal fin in the silent and pitch-black lakeside forest.
