Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 201

“No, Muoli,” Fanchone hissed angrily. “I’m not leaving without you!”
“You must.” Muoli’s breathing was raspy now. “Go to Hong Kong. Have a taste of freedom. Please, Fanchone.
Promise me.”
“I promise.” Fanchone’s words were the last thing Fanchone ever heard. She closed her eyes, knowing that she
would rest in peace under the starry skies.
Muoli’s chest stopped moving, and the waves of her voice died and never roared again. Fanchone threw himself over
her body and wept.
Du and Fanchone packed nothing but bags of clothes and fled to Hong Kong with Du’s family, leaving all their
properties, wealth and business behind.
As they stepped off the boat, Du thought he heard a woman’s voice, singing down from the heavens.
You are free
The moment you wish to be.