Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 506

But what happened next? And how did this person know so much about Yin Yue? How did they
know her thoughts? 13-year-old Zhi Ruo wondered, closing Yin Yue’s Adventure of The West. Zhi
Ruo had made her parents read it to her every night since third grade, until she started reading it by herself
since fourth grade. Each night, she only had more and more questions. But she was sure it was real even
though Yin Yue’s adventure had happened when Zhi Ruo was only five.
Gripping the very same dagger, she wondered who mailed it to her. Who calls themselves The
Voice, anyway? One day, she had brought in the mail and saw that someone had mailed it to her. She
didn’t even want to know how it had got past security. It had come all the way from Xinjiang, where Yin
Yue was last seen. She packed a bag, relieved that her parents wouldn’t worry. They were on one of their
two-month long business trips, and they thought she was with a nanny over the holidays. (She wasn’t of
course, and had been smart enough to fool them. That was another story.)
Zhi Ruo would finish the quest that Yin Yue never completed. It was only partly done, and she
wouldn’t need to be going through all this trouble if Yin Yue hadn’t made the mistake of breaking the Jade
and releasing evil magic in the Jade shards around Xinjiang. The New Journey To The West. That would
be the name of her book. With adrenaline pumping through her veins and the cold autumn wind blowing
in her face, she set off to track down every single one of the Jade shards, find out what the jewel truly had
done to her cousin, and maybe grab a double-cheeseburger if there was time.