"I personally taught him how to carve my name, though it turned out all crooked and even with the wrong characters," Ling Yin thought back to that scene with a smile. "Back then, the two of us loved hiding in this place. It was the quietest spot in the bustling city, free from strange stares or unfair treatment. We, two children, could breathe the city's air freely.
"I still remember the afternoon we carved those two names. It had just rained, and there were few people on the streets, so we didn't earn a single penny begging. He said it was cold after the rain and wanted to find shelter, so we ran to this place. The surroundings were so quiet, only the clear sound of raindrops remained. He said he wanted to leave something here, so I suggested carving our names."
------------------Ling Yin's Memory------------------
That afternoon, the sky was densely overcast, and the narrow lane paved with bluestone glistened with rippling water.
