The girl's cheeks were bathed in the fading twilight, her eyes full of sorrow.
"Don't." Lin Jiaqi said, "What will we do if you leave?"
Bai Zini stood with her hands behind her back, leaning against the bridge railing, gazing at the opposite scenery. The setting sun slowly descended from the horizon, the last of the twilight setting the clouds ablaze in red, like flushed liquor.
She stared at the slanting sunset, silent, her thoughts unknown.
He Yinlu said, "Just kidding."
Lin Jiaqi said, "Even if it's no joke, if you really jumped off the building, I would catch you with magic and you wouldn't be able to die; if you died, I would become a witch, mastering the sorcery of resurrection to bring you back."
He Yinlu said, "Are you cursing me?"
As she spoke, she turned to the silent Bai Zini, "Xiao Ni, aren't you tired?"
Bai Zini snapped back to reality and shook her head.
"Not really," she said.
