All along the way were thorns and dangers, no one knew how Hannah had made it through, but by the time she and Wayne Lane had comforted Emma and hurried on their way, Hannah was already sitting at the exit.
The white combat suit she wore was stained with fresh blood and coated with dust.
The girl just lifted her head to look at them, her eyes calm, showing neither sadness nor blame, she merely said to them,
"I'm hungry, got anything to eat?"
However, before he and Wayne Lane could find something to eat, the girl stood up again, waved her hand, "Never mind, I'll go buy something myself, I'm leaving."
With those words, she lightly glossed over everything that had happened that night.
Perhaps she didn't care at all, or perhaps she knew nobody else would care.
After saying this, she got up and left.
On the narrow path, the moonlight laid out a small trail, and the girl's figure drifted away like a flower in the wind.
But while the flower is fragile, she carried her own pride.
