The dim light from the flashlight shone on the mountain path, its yellow halo reflecting on the pitch-black soil, interspersed with silvery pebbles. She had borrowed this flashlight from someone at the Red Cross Society in a hurry.
"Xiaodong! Xiaodong!"
"Xiaodong! Where are you?"
"Xiaodong, if you hear your sister's voice, can you answer me, okay?"
As Suxin walked, she called out, but the only response was the echo from the valley—nothing else.
The terrain of the mountain path gradually lowered, and up ahead should be the green meadow. Xiaoying had just said that Xiaodong's parents often took him there to graze sheep and then played with the flock and him.
Indeed, on the meadow bathed in sparse moonlight and stars, Suxin finally spotted a small figure. He just stood there on the grass, staring up at the stars.
"Xiaodong!"
Her shout finally made Xiaodong turn his head.
