The night was deep and mysterious, a grass-green tent half-hidden among the trees. Inside, Sunny was already asleep. Children are like that—carefree, unaware of the world's harshness and warmth. They can eat and sleep without worry, whereas Long Linger couldn't sleep at all. She sat in front of the tent, her face cupped in her hands, a campfire quietly burning, its orange glow illuminating her bewildered face, her eyes hollow.
In her mind, there was always that scene of Lin Zhi falling off the plane. If she had known it would end like this today, she might have treated him better.
Thinking carefully, this man had never done anything that made her angry from beginning to end.
