The soil was soft and moist. When Qing shui stepped into the flower bush, Chang noticed the sound of Qing shui’s shoe slightly sinking into the soil. The sound was light, but it suffocated Chang as if a pillow was pressed firmly on his face.
His palm was sweating and he clenched his fist, Chang didn’t even dare to blink, he paid all of his attention to the surroundings of Qing shui.
It was only the first step, but those flowers became vigilant to the stranger immediately. Then, creepily, they turned their “face” altogether, as if there were pairs of eyes in the center of the flowers. They were facing Qing shui now.
“It moves, like I thought!” Chang almost lost control, he wanted to drag Qing shui back before things escalated. But Qing shui only waved to him, indicating that he was fine. “Don't worry, just stay there.”
The waving convinced Chang and he sat back knowing the person who he trusted well.
