Mica’s eyes are red, but her stride is quick and determined as she walks toward the door.


    Once on the ne, Mica sat in business ss for a long while with no peace of mind.


    Until a girl next door ran up to her with a Proid camera in her arms and handed her a picture.


    Mica was slightly stunned and raised her eyes to the picture.


    In the photo, which shows her and Nico embracing at the airport, the photographer has captured the light and angle so well that the photo is narratively beautiful.


    The girl smiled and exined, “Sorry, I bumped into them by chance and thought they were cute, so I took a picture of them.


    Mica looked at the photograph in her hand, her lips pale and helpless as she smiled.


    This, I’m afraid, was thest time she and Nico hugged.


    Seeing Mica’s silence, the girl asked worriedly, “You’re not going to be mad at me for stealing film, are you?”


    Mica smiled slightly and shook her head, “No thanks, I’ll take the picture, it’s a good shot.”


    “Really?” The girl smiled happily, “I’m going to Desta City this time to pick up some scenery, I heard that the mountains are beautiful there in D City and the scenery is gorgeous, so I wanted to take more pretty pictures.”


    Mica said nothing more. The girl was youthful, pretty and lively, she sat next to Mica and always tried to engage her in conversation.


    The girl looked at her a couple of times, like a little fan seeing her idol, “You’re very pretty.”


    “You’re very handsome too.” Mica was depressed and had little desire to talk.


    The girl, apparently overly curious, asked with concern, “May I take the liberty of asking, were you parting with the man in the photo?”


    Mica froze for a moment and, without denying it, said, “Sort of.”


    The girl said sadly, “But you looked so good together, and it was so sad to see you leave. I stood there and couldn’t help but stare at you for a long time, hey … my mentor was right, the airport has witnessed more true love than a wedding hall, and the walls of the hospital operating room door have heard more heartfelt prayers than a church.”


    Mica, seeing how insightful she is at such a young age, can’t help but say, “But the hug at the airport may be thest one, and most prayers at the hospital don’te true. Love is also a joke.”


    Mica stifled augh and tears also slipped from the corners of her eyes.


    There is no emotion harder thanughing and crying.


    The girl, however, said firmly and calmly, “But the earth is round, and if we love each other enough, we will surely meet again. Sister, you are so pretty, who would forgive you for crying.”


    Mica smiled again through her tears and said, “Thank you.”


    …


    Mica arrived in D City and hired a cab to Xiantan Vige, Qiangruo County.


    It is a scenic and colorful ride.


    Full of vibrant greenery, the cab passes reservoir after reservoir, the air is cool and cloudless, a particrly good ce for a vacation.


    No wonder the president of the Three Stones City lives here, creating here, deep in the heart of the heart of the city, quiet and beautiful like being in a paradise.


    Qiangruo County is very small, and in a short time to reach the entrance of Xantan Town.


    The cab stopped, “Beauty, we have arrived at Xian Tan vige, you can enter through this vige entrance.”


    “Yes, thank you.”


    Mica walks into the vige with her bag and small suitcase.


    The vige is a tourist center and the vis in the vige have a uniform Japanese style. Mica looked at the specific address of Mishi vige that she had found in the information and went from house to house.


    101 Sendan Vige.


    This is the ce.


    Mica puts down her suitcase and goes upstairs to knock on the door.


    After knocking for a long time, azy young man with ck-rimmed sses came out of the house, stretched and sleepy-eyed, and opened the door.


    “Who is it?”


    “Hello, are you a Three Stone Town author?”


    The boy raised an eyebrow, “Uh huh, I’m Bernardo Montenegro, which one are you?”


    Mica pulled a business card out of her purse and handed it to him, saying, “I’m Jimena, the head of Walking Media Pictures, and I’m visiting to talk to you about the intellectual property rights to your Yellow Springs series…”


    “Not for sale.”


    As soon as Bernardo learned that the other party was from a mediapany, he dropped it and mmed the door shut with a loud bang.


    Mica ate a closed door.


    Mica was also prepared for a long psychological battle and was in no hurry to go downstairs when the door opened again.


    Bernardo stood up and said arrogantly, “Tomorrow morning at seven o’clock,e wake me up to write, and by your good looks, I’ll give you a chance to behave yourself.”


    Mica was stunned and a little puzzled.


    “What, you don’t even have the good will to buy my rights?”


    Mica smiled, “Of course not, I’ll be sure toe tomorrow morning at seven o’clock to wake you up to write.”


    Bernardo mmed the door shut again.


    Mica, however, had a glimmer of confidence.


    At least there was a ray of light in a life full of disappointments.


    Mica is staying at a vacation B&B in the town of Sendan.N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    Tired from a long day of travel.


    After a miscarriage two years ago, my strength and energy were not as good as before, and when traveling long distances, I tended to tire easily.


    The town of Sendan is very quiet and so is the interior of the B&B rooms.


    The quiet Mica is lost.


    Mica turned on the B&B TV and nonchntly set it, and went to the bathroom to put the water in the bathtub, intending to take a soak.


    On the television, the current weather in the town of Sendan was broadcasting.


    “Blue to red storms are expected locally in the next week, which could easily causendslides, so please try to stay outdoors and travel safely in the near future …”


    …


    The next morning, Mica appeared promptly at Vi Bernardo’s door.


    Bang, bang, bang!


    Mica knocked loudly on the door.


    Bernardo climbed into his pajamas with his head cocked to one side and opened the door, “My God, you have to be so punctual, I’m sleepy.”


    Mica followed her inside, saw the floor littered with books and manuscripts, had nowhere to put her feet and said in disgust, “You live in a dump?”.


    Mica then bent down to help him pick up the books and manuscripts on the floor.


    Bernardo ran back to bed and fell hopelessly asleep on his back, muttering, “At nine o’clock, tell me to get up and code.”


    “…”


    Mica walked over and, without further ado, lifted Bernardo’s nkets and said coldly, “Since I’ve been told to get up at seven, don’t procrastinate until nine, catch up on today’s manuscript while you think clearly in the morning so you can get an early night’s rest tonight.”


    Mica dominantly dragged Bernardo out of bed, “Finish writing before you go to sleep!”.


    Bernardo freaks out, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! You damn woman! I should never have given you a chance.”


    “It’ste!”


    Mica went downstairs, nced into the kitchen and asked, “Do you want breakfast?”.


    “!!! Is this woman still cooking breakfast?”


    “Eat!” Bernardo gave a tented tug and got out of bed.


    Mica prepared an omelet, boiled a dumpling and heated a ss of milk on the stove and ced it in front of Bernardo, saying with an expressionless face, “Eat breakfast and catch up. I’m going for a runter, and when I get back from my run, I want to see you sitting at yourputer already working.”


    Bernardo clutched his forehead and was about to curse when Mica had already gotten up, dressed in a running suit and running shoes, and headed for the door. “I’m going to be bothering you like this every day these days, you better behave yourself.”


    “…” This woman is horrible!


    Bernardo red at the slender, upright back and stuffed a bun into his mouth with hatred.


    …


    Mica returned from her run and Bernardo was already sitting at hisputer, concentrating on his article.


    Reassured by this, Mica said, “I’m going to order lunch, shall I order one for you too?”.


    As Bernardo wrote, she said, “Give me a pickled fish with more pickled vegetables.”


    “Yes, no problem.”


    At noon, Mica brought a meal to Bernardo’s house.


    After a full meal, Bernardo said contentedly, “It’s been a long time since I’ve finished a day’s worth of scripts so early.”


    Mica teased him, “Are all you writers such bad procrastinators? Do you stay upte and get up early, living the life of a vampire for too long to eat?”


    Bernardo justified it by saying, “What do you know, a long stay is not a stay, I can sleep eight or nine hours a day too. Hey,e out with me this afternoon for a walk.”


    Mica said, “Sure, where to?”


    “I’ve been here for over two years and there’s a lot to see, but I have to write every day and I don’t have time to go out, so join me in another city this afternoon.”


    Mica took a sip of water and couldn’t help but let out augh, “And you have the nerve to say you don’t have time? Do you have a car? I’ll be your driver.”


    “That he must.”


    In the afternoon, Mica drove the car and sailed with Bernardo out of the town of Sendan to another town.


    The weather was bad, with many leaden clouds gathering overhead, dark and overpowering, and it was about to change.


    Mica said worriedly, “It’s not a good day, let’se back earlyter.”


    Bernardo, who is at heart more spontaneous and whimsical, said, “If the weather is bad, it’s bad. I finished writing my manuscript today, so I have to be outside and have a good time. Don’t worry so much about it.”


    Mica didn’t say another word to spoil her fun.


    In the evening, Mica and Bernardo were having dinner at a cottage in a mountain tea ntation when, sure enough, it was pouring rain.


    The rain was so heavy that it was a bit unsettling.


    A local news message popped up on Mica’s phone.


    “Xiantan vige has been hit by heavy rains and there is andslide, we can’t go back tonight.”


    Bernardo looked out the window at the heavy rain and said, “Luckily there is a ce to stay at this farm, so we will stay here tonight.”


    Mica couldn’t help but worry, “With all this rain, I wonder if we will suffer here too.”


    Bernardo said shrewdly, “Why, life and death have a destiny. If there is andslide on this mountain too, it means that the destiny is for you and me to die here. We can’t go down anyway, so instead of worrying about that, it’s better to eat and drink well than to starve to death.”


    Mica leaned out of the window, looking at the dark and rainy sky, and for a moment she wanted to leave ast message.


    But what was written in thatst note, and to whom.


    At that moment, what came to mind was Nico.


    …


    It’s nighttime.


    Nico tossed and turned in bed, sleepless.


    Campoverde’s phone rings and Nico picks it up.


    “Hey, Mr. Nico, the ce the wife went to is Sendan Vige in Qiangruo County?”


    Sensing something, Nico frowned slightly and asked, “What’s the matter?”


    “I just saw the news saying that the ce in Xian Tan vige had a very seriousndslide due to the strong red storm that caused andslide, I wonder if thedy…”


    “Book me a ticket to D City now!”


    “But…”


    “No buts!”


    Before Campoverde could finish his sentence, Nico had already hung up the phone, quickly got up, changed his clothes and headed for the airport.


    On the way, Nico anxiously called Mica, but the other party’s cell phone, which never received a signal.