"Brother Xiu Yan is gone... he's gone..." Ji Nuan lifted her eyes, her gaze on Grandma Shaman seemed to be veiled in a layer of moisture, hazy and unclear.
The courtyard was eerily quiet, the female's tears, like broken beads, continually slipped down her cheeks without a sound of crying.
Even though her eyes were red and swollen from crying, she stubbornly stared at the direction of the courtyard gate, as if a tall figure could walk in at any time. She longed to see the moment when those icy eyes melted when they looked at her.
The cool breeze swept across her face, blowing Ji Nuan's hair away from her forehead, sweeping away her tears and bringing a chill that jolted her out of her thoughts.
