Wild Woman 1958

A mild breeze blew, the ivy on the top of the wall guided, a couple of dried leaves flew in the air. The wind blew in a split second, in the little courtyard there was just a rustling audio. His dreary voice murmured behind him, "When this is over, I'll return to Jinan." Leaves loss, the wind impacts, he turns, without turning his head, disappears right into the darkness.