The feeling of waking up alone after a night of being thoroughly cherished was something only those who had experienced it could truly understand.I couldn't help but wonder when these painfully brief periods of meetings would finally come to an end. It was perplexing how two people deeply in love had such difficulty remaining together.Alas, time was of the essence, leaving me with no spare moments to dwell on these thoughts. After a speedy shower and changing of clothes, I ventured out to find something to eat before meeting up with Nico and Jessie.However, before I could even make it out the door, I noticed several takeout bags and a handwritten note on the small round table by the window.The note said, "Baby, these are your favorite ravioli and oatmeal. Make sure you eat everything. I've also packed your suitcase and added some thick jackets for you. It's going to be tough in the mountains, so take care of yourself. Call me if you need anything. I love you, Baby!"The words
There were 13 of us in total—four women and nine men. Each room accommodated two people, with Nico having his own room and one room designated as storage. The eight rooms were just enough.By the time we arrived, night had fallen. The village chief had been waiting for us. When he saw our vehicle approaching, he immediately instructed someone to open the gate and started helping us unload our suitcases. He also organized dinner, insisting on giving us a proper welcome.To my surprise, the village chief remembered me. He greeted me warmly and asked why Colin hadn't come, saying the children missed him.I was baffled. During the rescue operation, which lasted a day and a night, we had barely contributed anything. The professional teams did the actual work while we merely played a supporting role.The village chief and I had only seen each other twice in passing during the rescue efforts. What I remembered about him was his face full of worry, deep concern etched into every line. It l
Mr. Miller's words brought tears to his eyes and those of my schoolmates. He was genuinely concerned about the villagers and earnestly wanted to find reliable work for them.Jessie wiped her eyes, raised her glass, and boldly said, "Mr. Miller, it isn't easy to open a mine. Apart from the fact that the reserves must meet the standards, it also requires approval from many departments. "The process will be long, but I promise you, once the mine is established, I will personally recommend to the construction company that they hire your villagers. It would be great if they could stay home and care for their families."For the first time, I realized that our actions could significantly impact many lives, and I couldn't help but feel proud.As the night wore on, Mr. Miller got drunk, and his wife had to come and take him home. The rest of the male students were thoroughly inebriated as well and stumbled back to their rooms to sleep.Jessie and I shared a room. After dinner, we sat on t
Being caught in the middle of Nico and Jessie's relationship proved to be exhausting. In fact, it was emotionally draining.The real work began the following morning, with everyone armed with heavily laden backpacks filled with untold items, their heft evident in each step.Jessie led the group, and we set off into the mountains, chatting and laughing along the way. Nico followed closely, carrying samples and records from our previous trip. Using academic discussion as an excuse, he subtly made his moves to pursue Jessie.I trailed behind them, maintaining a two-step distance so that I would neither lag behind nor intrude upon their conversation.Soon, it became clear that the realities of geological exploration were starkly different from my imaginings. Watching those young faces turn serious and focused as they worked filled me with respect for them.Indeed, every person engrossed in their work deserved admiration and appreciation.Given my limited geological expertise, I wasn'
Colin had attended Lincoln University for nine years and made many friends along the way, all of whom quickly spoke up in his defense. However, the alumni group was vast, and Colin's brilliance during his school years had overshadowed many, causing envy among some.Now that Colin was publicly denounced, many seized the opportunity to kick him while he was down. Whether the accusations were true or false didn't seem to matter. Those who Colin had once overshadowed were eager to reverse the narrative, launching personal attacks and strongly questioning his character without any verification.Colin's outstanding achievements in the industry after graduation had elevated him to the pinnacle of Lincoln University's Department of Fine Arts, stirring even more resentment and jealousy.Critics claimed that Colin repaid kindness with enmity and had a corrupt moral character, tarnishing the reputation of Lincoln University. Some even suggested revoking Colin's master's and doctoral degree
Colin would be inevitably dethroned from his position as an exceptional young painter, becoming a cautionary tale of moral corruption and ingratitude.It wasn't important how others viewed the situation, but Lincoln University was bound to react. If things got worse, our former corporate partners might be affected, leading to substantial financial compensation claims against us.Moreover, the watercolor industry represented thousands of years of cultural heritage and was revered by many. There was no way such a prestigious field would accept anyone deemed morally corrupt.Would Colin be able to keep his teaching credentials? Would I be able to graduate as planned? Would we still have the opportunity to create art in the future?The answer seemed obvious.Jasmine's actions were a calculated attempt to destroy our future. Her maliciousness was a lesson in the depths of cruelty a woman's heart could reach. It seemed that if she couldn't have Colin, she would rather see our lives cr
"No. Listen to me, Luna Lawson," Colin interjected sternly, using my full name for the first time. "You won't be able to help by returning, and I'd only be distracted by worrying about you. So stay there and don't move. I forbid you to return right now."Colin had raised his voice, and his tone was firm. His dark eyes fixed on my face with a severity that left no room for argument. It was the first time he had ever spoken to me so harshly, and it made me feel both hurt and too scared to say anything more.Nonetheless, I understood Colin's intentions. He wanted to shield me from the storm and handle the challenges himself for my sake. However, my longing to stay by his side was overwhelming, and I didn't want to let go.We stared at each other through the phone screen, locked in a silent standoff.In the end, I conceded."I have a lot of messages, pictures, and recordings of conversations with Jasmine saved on my phone. I'll send them to you. Maybe they'll be useful," I muttered.
I had to say that the selfishness and malice of human nature were truly astonishing.I didn't know if those spreading the rumors online were internet trolls hired by Jasmine, but if they were, she wouldn't have just let things be like that.Based on my understanding of her, she must have another trick up her sleeve, and that would be the most vicious one.Dinner was prepared by Mrs. Miller, the village chief's wife. When we returned, it was served to us piping hot. Everyone who was cold, tired, and hungry cheered as they rushed to the table, gulping down the hot soup while exclaiming how delicious it was and thanking Mrs. Miller.I had no appetite, but to keep up my strength, I forced down a bowl of soup and a multigrain bun.After getting back in my room, I sat at the table organizing some data, copying each record into another notebook. The rows of numbers made my eyes spin, and I found myself missing my laptop immensely.Due to the poor signal in the mountainous area, we could