"At the heart of each of us is the child we once were. This child shapes all the experiences of our past, our present life, and our future life." —— Dr. Langer Joseph
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Su Junxin sat stiffly all night long, the last stick in the fire burned out just before dawn, the morning dew wetting her forelock and the collar of her clothes.
The woods were unusually still, even the rustling of insects and the chirping of birds were absent, as if every creature was in terror of the sudden catastrophe.
Suddenly, very faint noises stirred, Su Junxin's ear twitched, in the blink of an eye she raised her hand releasing a burst of electricity ——
The short scream that sounded like a spark exploding came through, the thicket swayed a little, then quickly returned to tranquility.
Su Junxin slowly opened her eyes, her gaze first moved to Qin You beside her ——
He was still in a coma, his handsome eyebrows knitted tightly, his cheeks abnormally red due to high fever.
