Pointing at a Deer and Calling It South

I believe in karma and reincarnation, just as I believe trees come from the earth's warmth, the wind from the echoes of the universe,

and love from the cries of parallel worlds.

If our meeting was predestined, then some other world must have been so fixated on ours that it made it happen.

**

By the sea, the hem of her mint-colored dress fluttered as she walked backward, calling his name again and again.

Watching her, he remembered her whispering in his ear last night: "The deer call softly in the glade, feeding on the mugwort in the wild."

The love in his heart was so tender it seemed ready to melt away.

**

Jin Lu stared at him expressionlessly. "Does it taste good?"

Mu Yannan lay on the hospital bed. The instant the liquid touched his tongue, his face turned deathly pale.

He fell from the bed, almost landing on his knees before her.

**

Jiang Zhengxuan stood before the unobstructed view of the Fu River, his handsome features marred by his deeply furrowed brow.

"Tell me, could she be the killer?"

Bai Xiao smoothed her windblown hair. "The instruments don't lie. If all the evidence points to her, there's only one possibility."

**

Fang Wu propped up his chin and looked at the person reclining on the chaise longue. He asked thoughtfully, "Aunt Yu, do you think Godmother ever loved Godfather?"

Mu Yu kept her eyes closed and smiled slightly, but didn't answer. "She and your godfather are separated by a sea of people. Leaving each other in peace is both a release and a torment."

The professional terminology in this story is fictional and was created for the novel. Readers looking for strict accuracy, please give it a pass.

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