Wheeling Gull Isle words from my heart

也许. ruó spoke in poems that ying could only dream to create, but she could offer a small smile (albeit weary) as unspoken gratitude. she continued with a sorrowful explanation — 我迷路了 — though that smile remained, betrayed only by the slight furrow of brow.

she could see huojin watching from his hiding place and assumed that he would rather remain unnoticed. 这是你的儿子吗? ying asked, offering a wink to the boy.. though he didn’t seem interested.