A passionate anxiety was currently burning in Sanzi and Sheyan's heart. The two sprinted towards a little house near the shore. The house appeared crooked and run down, as though it would collapse from a heavy gale. Sanzy pushed opened the door fiercely, about to exclaim loudly, but was hindered by Sheyan's sudden hand over his mouth.
The house only had 1 room, even the kitchen was hosted at the entrance of the house. On the left was a tattered wall, with a makeshift bed made of stone and planks beneath; a shabby torn cotton quilt was covering the bed, while spotlessly white hair leaked out from its end. The hair swayed along with the infiltrating sea breeze. A gentle snore could be heard, the patient was currently in deep sleep.
