"Do you think I'm like you, raised in luxury? The hardships I've endured, the things I've encountered, you could never imagine!"
"Uh-huh..." Sophia's hand touched a swollen area on his back. "You're injured?"
She had noticed it when he took off his clothes earlier; it must have been from being beaten by those people with batons.
Capone didn't respond. He listened as her breathing gradually steadied, the person in his arms had already fallen asleep.
As dawn broke and the clouds dispersed, the morning in the mountains was quiet, with the clear sound of birds chirping.
Sophia Diaz had a dream. In a fog-shrouded forest, she was a little rabbit who had lost her way, unable to find the path home.
She couldn't understand the chirping of birds or the hum of insects, and in her anxiety, she could only wander in circles. Until she was enveloped in an embrace—a warm and firm embrace, unlike those of her mother or brothers.