His Visit
It was one windy day where the northern wind was too much blasting in front of her face. It was only five in the morning and the early dew was still wet on the green pigmented plants. The sun hadn't still up yet making the surface still hung on the night's shadow. The incredible dark red cloud sets an indescribable surge of emotions to every onlooker.
Su Ci Yi, on her oversized round jacket and black leather sneakers, was standing still on a flat cemented shed near their neighborhood's area. She amplifies the spiritual heat on her hand in order not to feel so much chill in the morning.
She was waiting for a cab to get by on the wee hours of the day. In her hands, she holds a rusty parchment. On her back was a medium-size bag that she inherited from the ace of travel get-goers, Su Ming. There was really nothing from the inside, just a bunch of junk and drinking beverages.