"Just give me five hours," she said, "and I'll be able to spread my wings. But time has stopped here."
"Who are you?"
The little girl replied, "Who are you?"
"I'm just a passerby."
The little girl said, "You're not just a passerby. You've forgotten who you are."
Ma Lin said, "Have we met before?"
"We have."
Ma Lin was stunned.
"How many times have we met?"
The little girl said, "That depends on how long you can hold your breath now."
Ma Lin said, "I'm completely confused by you."
The little girl said, "Set the time to three o'clock in the afternoon."
Ma Lin walked over to the clock, pressed a red button, the cover popped open, and then he moved the hands with his finger. The time started moving from ten forty-six and quickly reached three o'clock exactly.
At that moment, he turned his head back towards the little girl.
Something had sliced open the giant backpack behind her.
Then he saw a pair of beautiful wings.
The wings of a night moth.
