Ming Jing "This ladder winds its way upward, much like the shape of thoughts."

"Chiao Er, when you miss someone or something, do you feel heavy in your heart?"

"I suppose it does."

"So of course thoughts have weight." Mingjing used her hand as a fan and slapped the right side of her face.

"And the degree to which we are attached to the thing we miss determines the weight of the thought."

"Hmm."

"The thoughts that make you feel the heaviest are always the ones that turn a hundred times in your heart and end up only facing upwards."

Mingjing's hand followed the direction of the ladder, pointing all the way up:

"Just like this ladder to the mountain, although it bends and turns, it always faces upwards."

She sighed and said languidly:

"It's just a shame that there's never an end in sight."

Mingjing seemed to have given up on the idea of searching for the python's head, and lowered her head to mutter to herself,

"Thoughts really do have no end."

"Why do thoughts face upwards?"

I asked after a minute of silence from each other.

"My father died when I was a freshman in high school, so my thoughts are always directed toward heaven."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"It's okay. That was a long time ago."

"If thoughts have weight and they face upwards, then thoughts are the only thing on earth that defy gravity."

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