Nine people. Nine cities. Nine ways to wait for her.
He picked her up in the snowy fields of the north, with an iron chain locked around her ankles: "Everyone outside wants you. If you go out, you will die."
He sneered at the clan meeting in the central grassland: "It's just a woman."
He swooped down from the top of Tianzhu Mountain and let go of his claws at high altitude. Three of her ribs were broken.
He swam upstream in the deep sea river, searching for a strange breath of life in the water.
He woke up in the ruins of the Moonlight Forest and found that his fingertips were glowing.
He crushed the postcard deep in the swamp, his scarlet vertical pupils tightening: "Let her fly. It will look better if she falls down."
He had been waiting in front of the Stone Tablet Temple for a thousand years, waiting for her to read the first line of words.
He followed her in the shadows for forty-seven days. She placed a bowl of hot broth at the entrance of the cave every night. The bowl was empty, and she said two words to the air: "You're welcome." There was a very light breath in the corner.
He dispersed into black mist in the night, his completely black pupils looked at the firelight of the wolf clan, and said softly: "Let me see... Whether you are worthy of being their descendant."
