It rained for three days and three nights, and the temple was leaking like a sieve.
Huo Shi was curled up in the corner, with the back of his head pressed against the Buddha statue with half of his arm broken off. He was soaked and too lazy to move. He has this temper, he has been like this since he was a child - no matter what, the result will be the same. The rainwater trickled down along the cracks in the Buddha statue and poured right into his neck. The chilly water made his head sober after two days of burning.
Thunder rumbled outside the temple. He opened his eyes and looked at the dark sky exposed from the hole in the roof. The messy images in his mind came to him again.
