Screams and moans resonated from the woman’s room. They weren't screams of displeasure or pain, this bothered Heijing much more. Heijing, only a young child, didn't understand the sounds he heard. Only did he know that he disliked the noise. Although he disliked said screaming, he didn't try to walk away from the door of the room. Not soon after Heijing started listening to the screams, a young woman rushed to his side and grabbed his hand.
“Listen now, Lady Qilong is busy at the moment, so why don't we go back to your room,” the woman phrased her speaking as if it were a question, yet her tone said otherwise. Nevertheless, Heijing followed her out of the house into the chilly outside. Shivering, he glanced up at the sky.
The sky was beginning to go from a pale sunset to a dark purple, Heijing was fond of the short lived mix between the light orange and indigo. A beautiful and delicate looking sky reminded him of a few of the women who worked around his home. In fact, he associated this woman in particular with the indigo. A thought arose in Heijing’s mind, what colour am I?…show more content… The sunset was the women who took care of him, his mother was the midnight, and those strange men who always greeted Heijing’s mother were the bright and glowing day. But what was he? He couldn't ask anyone, no one understood Heijing when he tried to describe how he felt about the vast, open
