With his worries set aside, his heart knot released, Yu Er's smile grew ever more pure—he could finally play happily, for real.
Yu Er held a skewer of candied hawthorn in his mouth, darting through alleyways and avenues of Qingzhou City, now pausing to check out lanterns, now watching street performers, or else staring wide-eyed at a handful of spirit beast cats and dogs—eyes never blinking once.
Mo Hua followed at Yu Er's side, his face filled with quiet content. Yet Yu Er's words still lingered in his mind.
"Three 'Yu Ers'—one in the mountain, one in the water, and one is himself, watching him in silence…"
Mo Hua couldn't help but remember that nightmare Yu Er had spoken of, long ago:
"There were so many mountains in my dream, so many demon monsters, all covered in blood…"
"Rabbits and crying, mountains and rivers and one person…"
