During the period when he studied in England, Meng Li felt the taste of loneliness.
It was true that physically and biologically, he was not alone. During the days, he was at school with teachers and classmates. In the evenings, his host family was very warm and considerate. But there was no place better than home, his real home. Wandering about in a foreign land, breathing the air of a foreign country, eating the food of a foreign country, and hearing the language of a foreign country all made Meng Li feel like a fish out of water.
