A perfectly good night, yet someone dragged me to take a stroll in the Silent Forest.
Zheng Qing felt a bit exhausted.
Originally, he could have basked under the moonlight near the Cat Fruit Tree, or trained the three Great Elves at Greenhill Mansion. But to say that the night was terrible would be an exaggeration.
Whether it was the saying given by the Elders of the Uteya Tribe before leaving or those Fire Meteors streaking across the night sky, it all made Zheng Qing feel a bit closer to the crow.
But just a little bit.
Like a traveler walking in the mist, seeing only a vast expanse of whiteness, unable to tell directions, even if they took a step forward, the mist didn't clear, leaving everything around them still blurry.
Perhaps because of the swirling spirits on the Qingming Festival night or perhaps because of those few Fire Meteors, Zheng Qing slept uneasily that night, yet without any nightmares.
