"What's wrong?" The perceptive Luo Yin noticed Su Mo staring blankly and led Little Girl over to him, asking softly.
Su Mo shook his head without explaining. Instead, he stroked Little Girl's head and said, "Let's go."
Seeing Su Mo step forward again, Luo Yin held Little Girl's hand and sighed softly.
The others followed Su Mo along the flat stone bridge. Eternal Lamps lit up one after another as he approached.
They kept illuminating the road ahead.
Amid that pitch-black expanse, only two flames burned, swaying without wind.
None of them spoke as they advanced, keeping their guard up.
Suddenly, Sixth Senior Sister pointed at a spot in the water beyond the bridge and called out again, "Look! Something's floating over there."
They looked in the direction Sixth Senior Sister pointed. Sure enough, something white was drifting along the current toward the stone bridge across the pitch-black river.
That white object seemed to be coming straight toward Su Mo. Whether by coincidence or something else, it was stopped by the bridge right where he stood.
Su Mo slowly approached and discovered that it was a woman's handkerchief. It floated lightly on the water's surface without sinking.
Su Mo casually fished it out. The handkerchief was featherlight and seemed untouched by even a trace of water.
Su Mo carefully unfolded the handkerchief, and his whole body jolted. Embroidered on it were three large, graceful characters:
You're here...
Su Mo stared at those three characters in utter shock. In those three simple characters, he seemed to see a scene of sorrowful, desolate beauty.
But it was not the three characters themselves that shocked him. It was their handwriting.
Su Mo knew this handwriting intimately. No one in the world knew it better than he did, because it was none other than...