Poisoned

Although the sky was dark, there was still light.

Sangsang was holding the big black umbrella. Her feet were in the light, but her body was in the dark. She closed her eyes and was looking solemn and quiet.

She was puzzled. Although Buddha is strong, he is not as strong as the Headmaster of Academy and the human world. How could he make me so weak?

Countless pictures were flashing back at a high speed in her consciousness. They were so clear even though hundreds of years had already passed. The tranquility in the small courtyard. The tea and wine. The chess and the streaky pork. Walking hand in hand. Wandering by the lakeside. Holding umbrellas in the alley. Watching the ancient temples during the rain and the frontier juncture in snow. They all represented attachment.