"Boohoo..."
"Little Stone... my Little Stone..."
It was the old lady's voice.
Shrill and broken, as though someone had dragged her straight from a dream into an abyss.
Lin Shisan sat bolt upright, the lust in his mind instantly swept clean.
All the preliminaries were over, and the main event was just about to begin, only to be cut short. It was sheer torture.
He glanced at Bai Youyou's flushed face and scratched his head sheepishly.
In the end, he grabbed his clothes and quickly dressed, then rushed out barefoot, without even having time to put his shoes on properly.
Bai Youyou stilled her panting and sat up as well.
She, too, rolled over, grabbed her clothes, and quickly dressed. Wrapping the red cloth jacket around herself, she followed close behind him out the door.
The courtyard was already a pot of boiling chaos.
The Old Woman sat collapsed on the ground, trembling all over.
One hand clutched the Old Man's arm in a death grip, while the other pointed toward the sea. Her lips quivered so badly that she could barely speak clearly.
"I got up to tuck him in... his bed was empty... the door was open... I heard something out at sea... boohoo..."
The Old Man's face was deathly pale, an oil lamp dangling from his hand.
The lamplight swayed in the wind, casting his face alternately into light and shadow.
He opened his mouth, his voice trembling.
"Out on the sea... a huge whirlpool appeared... someone saw the waves sweep the boy toward it..."
At those words, neighbors from several nearby households came running out one after another.
Some had coats draped over their shoulders, while others were bare-chested, holding torches, their faces full of panic.
"A whirlpool? Where did a whirlpool come from?"
"There shouldn't