The light of the oil lamp cast outside the door, forming a boundary between light and dark.
Lu Li quietly stared into its eyes, his tall and slim figure slightly leaning forward as if about to step out.
A shaky outline suddenly rushed past Lu Li, heading outside.
The silence was broken by Lame Burn. His bark-like, aged face was filled with piety, as he approached the door step by step.
Lu Li reached out to hold him back, speaking calmly under the name of reason: "Outside is the mist."
"You don't understand anything!"
Lame Burn shook off Lu Li, his frail body suddenly bursting with great strength, discarding his cane, and charged into the mist like the most devoted of zealous believers.
Crossing the boundary of light and dark, Lame Burn's figure merged into the dark mist, and even his footsteps disappeared.
The street returned to dead silence.
The black cat still squatted there, with no mist obstructing its presence.
