Just as Yisha was about to head out, she heard an uncontrollable shriek from Feng Ling outside.
A little bewildered, Yisha didn't know what the shriek meant. Her heart clenched tight. She threw open the door and walked out into the courtyard, only to see Feng Ling standing on the roof in a white gown, her eyes fixed on the Inner City. Bathed in the light, Yisha could see a single, glistening teardrop trace a path down Feng Ling's cheek. For a moment, she didn't even have the courage to leap up and see for herself.
"Feng Ling, wha... what's... what's happening?" Yisha stammered, her voice trembling with anxiety.
Feng Ling glanced over at Yisha. Just as she saw Yisha's lips begin to tremble and tears well up in her eyes, she burst into laughter. "Little Yisha, Ling Xiao won! Ling Xiao won!"
"Ah!"
