My name is "Changlong River!"
No one answered.
The wind blew from the window, causing the pages of the book on the table to rustle. A piece of paper flew up by the wind, turned a circle in the air, and dropped on the ground under the table. It was a little cold. I walked gently to the table and bent down to pick up the falling page.
There were no pages under the table. When I was wondering, I found a shadow slowly forming under the table.
The moonlight came through the window. It was on the 13th of August, a clear and cold radiance.
Unable to distinguish what kind of shadow it was, I could only see it slowly become larger and clearer. A gloomy and cold aura rushed over, leaving me horrified and alarmed. Could it be that it was that headless shadow again?
The shadow slowly took shape.
