Zhang Heng was wrapping the broken blade in canvas when he heard footsteps approaching.
"We completed the plan according to your instructions. Want to take a look?" Little Boy asked.
"Good. I'll be there in a minute," Zhang Heng answered, but he didn't budge from where he was standing. He pointed at a brightly lit arch bridge in front. "Is that Pont Neuf*?"
"Yes, it's also called Pont de pierre*. Built in the sixteenth century and repaired for almost a hundred years, it is still used today. It's considered one of Toulouse's places of attraction," Little Boy walked up next to Zhang Heng.
Under the moonlight, the reflection of the bridge on the river against the sea of burning city lights gave off a beauty few words could describe. It was simply magnificent.