They had stayed there for another three years, and we had turned into mature youths. We started to become silent among ourselves. I often heard Luo sigh, and at that time, I didn't understand. Luo was such a handsome and brave man with excellent martial arts. How could he still worry about us? And he was still as carefree as he was when we were little. He was like a gust of wind, fresh and natural for others and being with him. We always had endless words to say, but when we were with Luo, we were mostly silent. But we still had our tacit understanding. In the past three years, they taught me a lot, and I became curious about the outside world. I began to know Luo's responsibility, the burden of burden. I began to sympathize with him. He should be like me, full of yearning for life, but he
