Chapter 30
It took nearly three hours to travel from Beishan Cemetery to the eastern suburbs of the city where the Xingfu Orphanage was located.
By the time Gong Fang arrived at the wasteland near the old site of the orphanage, the sun had completely set, and night had fallen.
It was the fifteenth of July, a full moon hung high in the sky like a bright pearl, its diffuse rays of light casting a layer of hazy and blurred radiance on the curtain of night.
It was as if specks of white frost were sprinkled on the exposed pebbles and clods on the surface of the dark wilderness, on the twisted and strange tree shadows that looked like the claws and tentacles of beasts, and on the corner of a gray-white building that was faintly visible deep in the forest.
The continuous rain in recent days had turned the leaf-covered path into a muddy mess. Gong Fang walked along the forest path, his steps alternating between deep and shallow, each step making a slight noise on the ground.
In the quiet night, this sound was particularly noticeable.
“This damn place!” He, who almost slipped and fell, quickly steadied himself by holding onto a tree next to him, and couldn’t help but curse.
For this remote place that he had hardly ever visited and had already become blurred in his memory, if it weren’t for accurate positioning and navigation, Gong Fang might never have come here in his life.
He squinted his eyes to look at the vague gray-white wall at the end of his line of sight, and rummaged through the few memories in his mind. “Is it there…”