In the shaking view, she saw the crowded throngs of people, saw lanterns so red they glowed, lending a bright haze to her vision, witnessed a lady standing to one side, noted those cool, thin eyes, and saw a burly man heavily strike down with his drum mallet, the red ribbon on his arm fluttering.
Thud!
Xi Ming lost consciousness.
The slight sounds and rustles, amid the increasingly intense drumbeats, hardly captured anyone's attention, the last red pouch was picked up and taken away, the two actors on the wagon sang exaggerated praises and uttered auspicious phrases.
The wagon slowly moved away, and the previously congested crowd resumed its usual flow, like waves crashing back onto the river's surface, finally returning to calm. No one noticed that a thin girl had disappeared.
There were too many people.
The disappearance of one person was like a drop of water in the ocean, utterly insignificant.
