It was a long time before I could tear my gaze away from his incredibly beautiful face.
I
Lan”, because the Rainbow Robe death warriors had taught me how to write my own name.
“What are you looking at?” The person beside me moved, and I was startled.
“I didn’t disturb your sleep!” I glared at him.
“But you were shuffling around next to me. How could I possibly sleep?” He gave a cold laugh.
I looked down. My blue linen shirt was draped over his leg. I pulled my skirt, knowingly embarrassed and pouting.
“What do you think of these sixteen-character prophecy?” He asked.
“You wrote it? It looks terrible.”
“I meant the stele!”
I looked at the stele again, then helplessly sighed at him: “It knows me, but I don’t know it…”
“You can’t read?”
“If you were imprisoned in a dungeon from birth, being able to read would make you a genius!”
“No matter. This is a prophecy a master made for me at my birth.”
I curiously looked at him, then at the stele: “This is your entire life? Then you might as well just die.”
“You really are bold…”
“That’s true. Who lives their entire life according to a prophecy? It’s ridiculous!” I retorted directly.
Hearing me say this, a mix of surprise and joy flashed in his eyes. His white mist-like eyes continuously watched me. I met his gaze, suddenly feeling the blurry outline reflected in his pupils. I was so startled that I quickly averted my eyes. The atmosphere became awkward. Wanting to leave but not knowing how to speak, I lowered my head and silently stared at my hemp shoes. A lonely goose’s cry broke the silence overhead, and I stood up.
I unexpectedly arrived at the Forbidden Mountain before dusk. I broke free from his embrace and ran down the mountain. Suddenly, I heard several tiger roars and shouted: “Big Tiger! Second Tiger! Third Tiger… Little Sixth Tiger!”
