As if it had been infected with the sender's anxiety, the paper crane wings fluttered and blended into the night sky as it flew away. It was a moonless night, and the abandoned village under the sky had merged with the darkness. Pressing herself against the windowsill, Lin Sanjiu waited until the paper crane disappeared before turning around with a deep frown.
"Don't you know that frowning will create more wrinkles on your forehead?" Qing Jiuliu said as he pointed to the center of his forehead, "... I can see that you don't apply moisturizer on your face often."
The worried expression on Lin Sanjiu's face froze. She turned her head and glared at him.
For Qing Jiuliu, everything seemed to be just a movie as long as he wasn't exposed to imminent danger or potential death. He looked like a moviegoer who never formed a connection with the characters. Even if he were struck with worry, he usually wouldn't allow the feeling to remain in him for too long.
