Quiet sensed something had shifted. Fewer people gathered near, and the lively sounds of Liangzhou grew quiete…
Quiet sensed something had shifted. Fewer people gathered near, and the lively sounds of Liangzhou grew quieter by the day.
Jingjing moved from spot to spot, sitting for hours. It heard the gentle slowing of water, the clatter of a falling wine glass, and the same stories told anew by different voices, day after day.
Jingjing simply watched and listened in stillness. Its thick fur kept out the chill—there was no hurry to leave just yet.