Midnight arrived.
The distant Sanskrit chants gradually faded away.
Fu Zhen sat on the stone steps of the ruins, pouring the last cup of tea from the teapot into her throat. She let out a sigh: "That's how it was, I was burned to death. What happened after, I also heard about it, you should be clearer than I am."
Liang Zhi sat beside her, the dirt in front of him had been beaten into a big pit.
"That beast no better than a pig or dog, I will personally skin him and pull out his tendons!"
The young man's low growl resembled a lion's roar, turning into waves by the mountain wind.
"That's what I thought at first too," Fu Zhen gazed at the dark night sky, "When I was submerged in that boundless darkness, it was the only thought in my mind. But now, I don't think so anymore. Because I've calmed down from the hatred, although Xu Yin killing me was indeed despicable, would merely killing him retrieve all the losses?"
Liang Zhi turned his head: "Aunt, do you have other thoughts?"
