On the way back to the tent, Lin Lishan asked her, "Do you have someone you like?"
"Uh-huh."
"Who is it? Someone from our school?"
Fu Ying didn't know how to answer, so she evasively said, "Yes, someone from our school."
"Who is it? Do I know him?"
"You don't."
Before going to sleep, no matter how Lin Lishan probed, Fu Ying always avoided that critical question.
In the end, she simply feigned sleep.
The weather was not looking good the next day, and Wen Tian mentioned there might be rain.
So, with some reluctance, everyone prepared to head back.
It began to rain as they descended the mountain. What started as a drizzle quickly turned into a downpour.
The cold raindrops stung as they hit, blurring vision.
Fu Ying was stepping forward to keep up when suddenly she slipped and tumbled down the slope, prompting her companions to turn back upon hearing the noise.
