Everyone had gone back to their rooms, but Becky's spirit remained low. As vivacious as Becky was, she was different from Lily. She was different in the sense that although she was playful and adventurous, she always had her home at heart. No matter how exciting Earth was, it was only a place of interest—nothing beat her little, cosy nest back home.
Perhaps, that was how every normal traveller felt. The enthusiasm would die down after a while. Once the passion subsided, it was time to go home. At least, Becky was more fortunate: it wasn't like she could not go home at all, it was just that she had limited time in terms of how long she could be at home.
Hao Ren hoped Becky would eventually think of it that way. As soon as she did, it would no longer be such a big deal.
The next morning.
