Aunt Qing...
Qi still calls me that, and he still stays with me quietly by the Qinhuai River. Looking at the blue mist and the wildly growing water plants in the river. Waiting for the so-called catastrophe to dry up, even if I have no way out no matter where I go. The moss grows like crazy, and the wetness comes one after another, eating away at my sixteen years of memories.
Aunt Qing, the monk came today.
Monk?
Yes, he said that White Snake was born and returned to Mount Emei.
Oh... I feel lost.
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