A gentle breeze caressed Lin Sanjiu's face, rustling the grass. She collected her hair behind her ear. With every draft of the wind, some of her heat would be carried away. She noticed a rumbling in the distance.
'Some gods must be on the move again,' she thought. However, the rumbling was swift. It disappeared as soon as it appeared, making her wonder if it was just an illusion in her mind.
She knew she could not stay silent any longer, but she had no idea what to say or do.
Then, a not-so-bright idea came into her mind.
She let out a long sigh as a strong sense of lassitude welled in her heart. She sat on the ground and covered her face with her hands. She remained in that position for a long while before raising her head to face Puppeteer again. "Don't you feel tired standing? Come and sit here. Let's talk."
