Wheeling Gull Isle shāzhōu de kāifàng

Unfamiliarity — her attention was turned toward the strange scent carried on the wind and the ghost from whom it came. His gaze was tentative, watchful; Ying took this as a threat and began to walk toward him, bristled and barking as she went. The high of her first encounter had not yet warn off, leaving her prepared and anticipating the next.