"When will I be able to leave this place?"
The young man lay on the soft grass, gazing up at the sky dotted with gently drifting clouds. In this serene, tranquil environment where even the wind seemed to be absent, his mind was at peace. Such an untroubled state of being was beyond what he had dared to imagine just two months ago.
No need to worry about the Yamen runners of the government, no need to fear the ferocious dogs on the road, no need to worry about being driven away by anyone. Here, he was free and unrestricted; there was a seemingly endless supply of food. Whether he was hungry or thirsty, he could just pluck something to eat.
Although he had only been here for two months, the young man had a feeling of being entirely removed from his past life. The worries that had once plagued him had now faded into the distance, like dreamlike figments.
