The summer night at Eastown seemed to be very short. Before the night crowd had their time, the dawn broke in. Before the sun rose, the cool breeze blew and it was particularly refreshing. Some people said that the early morning was the time when the Spirit from heaven and earth was the most vigorous and pure. It was not clear whether it was true or not. Anyway, Steven got up early in the morning.
Standing in the yard of the villa, Steven, dressed in a white sportswear, closed his eyes and faced the east, as if he was absorbing the Spirit from heaven and earth. His sharp-carved face was unusually solemn, while he was standing still, as tall as a mountain. He was silent with no facial expressions, but to look extremely solemn.
Then, Steven slowly raised hands to the chest level, sep
