C325 A painting of the family of ding xihu

Black. Very black. White, very white.

White is snow. The black one was a lump of black.

It was unknown whether it was a mass of black substance or a thick cloud of smoke.

I held out a hand, ready to touch a lump of darkness.

"You'd better not touch it!" Du Weicheng who was standing at the side warned.

"Why?" I asked.

"If you touch it, it will merge with you