Chapter 2 (1/2)

Chapter 3

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Moonlight drenched the forest, the sky full of fireflies lighting up the dark night.

Xinqing looked in surprise at the young man in white beside her. Under the yellowish light, he turned his head, and the young man’s handsome visage appeared before her eyes. His facial features were well-balanced, that pair of black eyes — like midnight — reflecting a dazzling light. The plain white s.h.i.+rt he wore made the light reflect off his clear white skin, reflecting his warmly smiling face at that moment.

“Mm.” Xinqing nodded. If it wasn’t for that boy rescuing her, she was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to go back again. In the silent forest, the glowing fireflies surrounded them, and the dark night didn’t seem as frightening anymore.

“That’s good.” Xinqing froze, seemingly having heard his sigh, only to see his watery eyes gazing into the distance. To her surprise, they seemed to hold an unspeakable sadness. He put his hands into his pockets, scratching his head and said to Xinqing, who hadn’t yet regained her senses, “Let’s go back, if we stay here any longer, the people in black will find us.”

Xinqing followed behind him. She was filled with curiosity about the young man before her. Was he perhaps a person from this world? Was he a ghost? However, what surprised Xinqing even more was finding out that he also lived with the old lady.

“So you lost your way in the forest; that’s really dangerous. You’re lucky that you met that young lad.” The old woman came to receive them with a black cat held in her arms. The black cat’s eyes were of a different colour each; they were a pair of really beautiful eyes. After they entered the house, the young man went out again.

“Are you two related?” She sat on the sofa and asked, a cup of flower tea that the old lady had given her in her hand. The old woman, who was sitting on the rocking chair while knitting clothes still smiled kindly, “No, that young lad may live here, but he rarely comes back. It’s pitiful, but he does not remember his own name, and I don’t even know what he is called. I only know that he has dwelled in this world for a long time.”

Dwelled for a long time? Xinqing gazed downwards then looked out of the window. Seeing the young man’s silhouette among the flowers, her heart had a feeling that she could not speak of. Xinqing may had forgotten her memories of how she had came to this place, but she still remembered her name; however he had forgotten even his own name.

That black cat suddenly hopped on top of Xinqing and used its little head to rub against her. The old lady’s laughter suddenly drifted through the air, “Heizi really likes you.”

“Is he called Heizi(1)?” Xinqing picked up the cat and asked in curiosity. The old woman nodded; perhaps because she gave it this name because it was black. AT that moment, Xinqing realized that the hand she used to pick up the black cat was gradually turning transparent. The old woman seemed to also had noticed this and hurriedly walked over, “Child, you haven’t died yet; you need to quickly return to the human world.”

When she woke up, she found herself already lying on a bed. The old woman and the boy were standing guard by her side; that black cat was also lying on her. Seeing that she had woken up, the old lady pa.s.sed her a bowl of soup, “Hurry and drink this.”

“Thank you granny.” Once Xinqing had drunk that bowl of soup, she felt a lot better. That black cat stood up and jumped into the boy’s arms. What was surprising was, the black cat actually spoke, “There is already a way to let you go back, but you have to pa.s.s through seven terrifying places, then only can you return to the human world.”

“The cat… can speak?” Xinqing froze. She didn’t hear wrong; the cat did indeed spoke. The boy laughed, stroking the black cat’s little head and replied, “Heizi has always been able to speak; it’s a cat G.o.d.”

Xinqing simply thought that it was mystifying, but when she thought about what Heiz had just said, that to return to the human world, she would have to pa.s.s through seven frightening places, she began to hesitate. Perhaps she alone could not do it.

“Child, those seven places can be said to be purgatory, your mind’s state, a land of demons; You will need to overcome them, then only may you leave.” The old woman rubbed Xinqing’s head as she spoke. Xinqing lowered her head and thought deeply for a while, then mustered up her courage. “Yes, I get it. I will overcome them.”