The sunlight shone on a remote corner of the praying hall, illuminating a patch of green bamboos. The water in the well looked like a black mirror.
Jing Jiu walked out from the bamboo wall. The water beads rolled down from his body, not a trace water remaining on him, as if he hadn't been touched by wetness at all.
As he extended his arms, a pair of gentle hands reached over and helped him dress.
"Do you want a pair of shoes?" the female priest asked in a low and amiable voice after she brought back her hands.
Jing Jiu turned up the hoodie to cover his head, saying, "Not until I take my leave."
The female priest lowered her head slightly and led him into the deep part of the praying hall.
His bare feet stepped onto the path made of the stone slabs, leaving no traces of water behind.
Walking forward, he recalled the fight he was engaged that day.