Zhang Tie thought that he was dead, at least when the blurry awareness reappeared in his mind like a sparkle swaying in wind...
When the unstable, weak awareness recovered, Zhang Tie's brain started to run again slowly and steadily like a steam engine being restarted. His cells started to recover their consciousness one after another, causing the last scene in Zhang Tie's mind before he fell asleep to be more and more vivid.
Moonlight, valley, path and bamboo wood...
A girl in a red skirt was sitting on a black-ox like a boulder, bathing the clear and bright moonlight and leisurely blowing into a green jade flute.
Sitting on the black boulder in a decent manner, the girl was like a fairy in the painting with snow-white skin and straight and smooth black hair. She was playing water with her tender feet lightly.
If death was a dreamland, Zhang Tie wished to die watching such a fascinating, beautiful face in such a picturesque dreamland.