Unexpectedly, she got up, wiped the tears off her face, picked up the rose that had been trampled on, and limped towards him.
The four-year-old girl was very small, the low window was nailed shut with wooden boards, leaving only a thin slit.
Her hands were tiny, clutching the wilted flower. She tiptoed and struggled to stretch her arm into the gap. The jagged splinters along the board's edges left blood marks on her arm, but she held the flower up to him with her red, swollen little hands.
She tried to smile: "Brother, here's a flower for you..."
She also said, "Look, this is what spring looks like..."
The encounters between people are always so mysterious; no one knows whom they will meet in the next moment.
Just like when you're walking on a strange journey, you'll never know what scenery you'll see in the next moment, nor what awaits you at the journey's end.
Shen Nie once thought he would spend his entire life in that cage, in endless darkness, until his end.
