Two enormous white wings folded around the dancer, enveloping her.
The dancer lowered her head. A red feather on her forehead was crimson as rosy clouds, dazzling and brilliant.
Chi Xiuchuan parked the car at the gas station.
Everyone got out.
"Xinyan, is this the place?"
Yu Baozhu looked around. She really couldn't see how this place was any different from the ones they'd passed earlier.
Ever since they'd gotten onto the highway, she'd felt that the scenery on either side barely changed.
It was all much the same, and it was getting rather dull to look at.
"Do you see that rock?"
Ruan Xinyan pointed to a rock jutting out from the mountainside across the way. "That's the one!"
"I remember seeing someone dancing on that rock!"
Everyone followed Ruan Xinyan's finger and looked over.
It was an ordinary-looking rock.
Nothing special about it at all.
At that moment, the space above the rock was empty, and there was no dancer in sight.
"Ah, there's no one."
Yu Baozhu looked disappointed.
Ruan Xinyan couldn't help rolling her eyes. "Isn't that only natural?"
"Who would stay on a rock all the time?"
"Yeah."
Little Bell nodded. "It was strange enough for someone to dance on a rock in the first place."
"Xinyan, maybe it was about to rain that day, and it was dark, so you didn't notice."
"Could they have been filming a TV show there?"
"Oh, right."
Ruan Xinyan hadn't answered, but Yu Baozhu cried out first. "I was wondering how a person could have wings!"
"So it was a costume!"
Little Bell's guess made some sense. Ruan Xinyan opened her mouth, then fell silent.
But soon, she realized something didn't add up.
"No!"
She cried, "If