Bai Zhi and the others walked on the quiet path, a breeze blowing through, causing the bamboo forest to rustle...
Bai Fei felt a chilly sensation on her back, she wasn't used to being outside so late, and she couldn't help but look at Bai Zhi.
"Bai Zhi, aren't you scared?"
It was terrifying, and, coupling that with the stories of the thatch girl their grandparents told...
She shivered involuntarily...
"No, I'm not scared. I'm used to it. I have too many chores during the day, so I can only take the trash out at night. With so many people in our village, I'm not afraid."
Bai Zhi said it lightly, as if accustomed to it.
How plain, yet how heart-rendingly typical were those words?
Was the original owner truly not scared?
How could she be? That time, the first time she came by herself. She ran as fast as she could, stumbling along the way, fearing she might encounter something dreadful.
