115. Break through the checkpoint

After eating my fill, I could feel someone watching me from outside the window, and it was no surprise that they were probably police informants.

I could understand, after all. A body dug up in the deep forest—nobody would believe the story about betting in a dream. But I'm just a traveler, with no motive for this business.

So, they could only secretly watch my every move, to see if they could find anything fishy.

I wasn't afraid to be watched, so I just sat back and relaxed in the rocking chair, soaking up the evening sun, soaking up the moonlight.

My grandma used to say I didn't behave like a young girl should. Others her age liked to sing and dance, or travel and hike.

I loved hiking, but given the chance to be idle, I preferred to just lie somewhere and bask in the sun.

It wasn't until the innkeeper came looking for me in the middle of the night that I got ready to go take the boat.