The night sky became the backdrop of the forest, moonlight falling into the embrace of the trees, starlight dotting the gaps between branches; there was no scent of grass and trees, yet it was peaceful and serene.
Doctor Gao parted strands of falling black hair, uncertain if the light in the distance was fireflies or opened eyes.
"I always feel like someone is watching me."
"Spying on a horse?"
After venturing tens of meters further, Doctor Gao noticed all the "trees" leaning in one direction, seemingly attracted by something.
"Doctor, you need to close your eyes and feel with your heart." Old Ma, using both hands and feet, poked his head out from the branches beside Doctor Gao: "I think I heard the calling too."
Muttering cryptically, Old Ma actually closed his eyes, climbed over tree after tree, passed through tangled limbs, soft black hair, parted the crowded heads, and led Doctor Gao to a small clearing.
