Night falls, stars tear through the sky, blinking eerily.
Pale moonlight spills onto the winding, rugged mountain path.
Sparse figures tread heavily.
Their faces are gaunt, clothes cheap, exuding a sense of melancholy and illness, like a group of ghosts.
Like a group of pale pilgrims.
Finally, they reached their destination.
It was a secluded dense forest on Little Black Mountain.
They sighed in relief, collapsing on the ground.
They came from all directions; male and female, old and young. What they shared were faces etched with numbness after torment.
In deep despair, there lay an inexplicable thread of anticipation.
They hoped the man they would meet today wasn't deceiving them.
They hoped that tonight here, they could rid themselves of the unknown suffering and guilt imposed upon them.
Liu Yuanyuan wiped her nosebleed, carefully placing her sister on the ground, and removed her clothes to cover her.
Her face was unnaturally flushed.
