"Knock knock~"
Tang Tang's short chubby fingers were surprisingly dexterous. The ground before the cushion was covered with bluestone slabs, and the crevices between the bricks were fine and narrow. Yet she managed to dig something out from there after a while.
It was a small flag, entirely snow-white, with faint cloud patterns on its surface. It looked ordinary, with no dazzling brilliance and no extraordinary magical qualities. The whole flag was no larger than an adult's palm, just enough for Tang Tang to hold and play with.
"Han~"
She proudly grasped the flagpole and shook it twice vigorously. A gentle breeze spread along the flag surface, lightly brushing across her cheek.
What Tang Tang didn't know was that with her few shakes, the sky outside the temple had dramatically changed.
