In the days that followed, Su Tang seemed possessed.
Every night, she would sit in the dark at the same time, her hands clutching the tuft of camel thorn.
The edges of the dry blades were a bit prickly, but they had become her most tangible connection to the other world.
She followed the old Taoist priest's instructions, clearing her mind of all distracting thoughts and replaying every little detail of her time in the small Northwest courtyard over and over.
At first, the visions were still fleeting and blurry.
Sometimes she would see poplar leaves falling in the small courtyard; other times she would hear Cheng'an's faint laughter. Each time, it was like a meteor streaking across the night sky—gone in an instant.
But Su Tang didn't give up. Even if she could only see for a few seconds each time, it gave her immense hope.
She adjusted her state of mind, trying to focus more intensely and extend the duration of her connection to that world.
