Hadley Morrison gradually reined in his smile, then shook his head meaningfully, "Who says I'm not... But what's the use? It only adds to the sorrow."
In less than eighteen years of his life, he had already tasted the most bitter flavor of love.
Yearning, but not obtaining. Tossing and turning restlessly.
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Accustomed to the city's concrete jungle, when they first arrived at this place brimming with primal charm, everyone seemed fascinated. Even sleeping in a tent at night was a novel experience.
Overexcited during the day, Lily Smith couldn't fall asleep at night. In the dead of night, when her classmates were all asleep, she stealthily unzipped the tent and poked her head out, looking around.
In the grass not far away, twinkling lights were flitting. Lily's heart skipped a beat—it was fireflies!
She grew excited, dashing out of the tent and squatting carefully to watch the tiny insects that flickered on the leaves.
