Most sentiments in the world would fade with time. Like sand running through an hourglass, it would disappear bit by bit.
Be it friendship or love, it was all the same.
There was a time Yang Xiaojin really thought Ren Xiaosu had died in that flood. Her stubborn persistence in waiting was actually just her way of dealing with it.
Although she told Yang Anjing she wanted to go look for Ren Xiaosu, she did not even have the slightest idea of where to start. As she journeyed aimlessly in the wilderness, Yang Xiaojin was struck by a wave of loneliness.
That was until Li Shentan found her in the wilderness. Li Shentan held up a copy of a newspaper and waved it around as though he were holding a white flag. Then he threw the newspaper on the ground before running away.
After confirming Li Shentan and Si Liren had left, Yang Xiaojin put away her sniper rifle and walked over to the newspaper puzzledly.