Xia Yangyang cradled the teacup, until the hot water inside had completely cooled against her hands.
Xia Yangyang's mind was flooded with a multitude of memories.
Perhaps it was the deep silence of the night, perhaps it was her current predicament.
The past unfolded in her mind like scenes from a movie.
Suddenly, Xia Yangyang remembered one summer vacation spent at a camp.
The school club organized a trip to Dragon Ridge Mountain's White Horse Temple.
It was because everyone was about to face the college entrance examination.
Some were superstitious and sought good fortunes for their scores.
Xia Yangyang and Lu Haotian were not from the same school.
But Lu Haotian paid to take someone's place, insisting on accompanying Xia Yangyang.
It took a full day for everyone to climb to the mountain's summit.
Then they began to pray and make offerings to the gods.
Out of curiosity, they all drew lots.
