, and there was a strange feeling in her heart. She always felt that she wouldn't get sick. She didn't have any reasons to become ill. She had survived the most difficult times before, and everything...The country is a very small and backward one, having gone through a civil war. As a result, all development starts from scratch. That's why Chen Ling came here alone. There's a lot of room for her to make a difference. Of course, outwardly, Teacher Zhang is declared the main person in charge, after all, her rank isn't high enough to support the work of an embassy. Moreover, in reality, some important tasks are also arranged remotely by Teacher Zhang, and she is responsible for executing them.

After packing all the luggage, it was already 12 o'clock in the middle of the night. I was very tired, but because of the time difference, I couldn't fall asleep at all. Thinking that it should be morning on Songjingye's side, I tried sending him a video call.

Song Jingye had just finished exercising in the morning, covered in sweat and preparing to take a shower before heading southwest. When she received her video call, he casually placed his phone on the bathroom shelf and chatted with her while showering.

Chen Ning looked at the hazy mist and faintly discernible bronze figure on his side, completely forgetting her fatigue. This was a bit too much, how come every time it was like this, he was showering when they video called.

Song Jingye leaned over from time to time, wiping the lens of his phone with his hand to look at her. His hair was wet and there were still water droplets on his face. "Why aren't you asleep yet" he asked.

Where can I sleep Now looking at him, I can't sleep even more. I think about him all the time.

When she was packing for her trip abroad, she secretly put two of his shirts in her suitcase. Just now, she took them out and placed them by her pillow. Inhaling the familiar scent, she felt his presence. The deep longing in her heart could only be soothed this way.

Song Jingye quickly finished his shower, loosely wrapping a towel around his waist and holding his phone with his bare upper body. Because he was short on time and had to go to the airport, he couldn't stop to video chat with her attentively. He propped his phone on a nearby dresser as he changed clothes.

He didn't intend to show off his figure in front of her, after all, they were miles apart, couldn't hold each other if they wanted to. He didn't want to cause any trouble, so when he was changing clothes, he turned the camera angle specially and didn't point it at himself.

But he overlooked it. The camera panned away, just in time to focus on the dressing mirror, and Chen Ning could see perfectly clearly what was going on.

Her face was flushed, she clutched his shirt beside her and pressed it to her face, only her eyes were visible. It was just too much.

In a short while, Song Jingye was dressed and ready. He had a great figure; no matter what he wore, he exuded an air of vigor. As he looked down at his phone, he saw her blushing face and realized that she had been watching the whole thing.

"Dummy, haven't you seen it"

"I want a hug," she said plainly.

"What do you have in your hand" Song Jingye's eyes were sharp, and he saw that she was clutching his familiar clothes.

Chen Ling giggled foolishly, truly dumbfounded, not knowing how to respond.

"If you had told me sooner, I would have brought you more."

A few things are enough to trigger memories, too many can be painful for both the heart and the body.

"Oh, by the way, I brought home our wedding photos. I'll send them to you later."

"Okay."

Song Jingye was in a rush to get to the airport, so he could only hang up first. When he got to the airport, he would have time to send her the pictures.

Chen Ning hadn't slept well all night, especially after watching the video. The longing she felt didn't ease, instead it deepened.

She tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Her room was next to a storage shed, which had likely become a mouse nest due to its long period of disuse. At night, the constant rustling sounds would disturb her already sensitive and fragile nerves.

She barely slept for two hours until nearly dawn.

Early the next morning, her colleagues from the embassy drove away, leaving her alone. Last time, Teacher Zhang was in charge and she just followed orders. Now, everything depended on her. She suddenly felt a bit isolated and helpless.

The first thing she had to do was renovate the Chinese Pavilion inside and out, so she went to the street to find a small shop that repaired houses and asked someone to come and repair it.

The people here are generally not diligent. They promise something in the morning, but by late afternoon, when the sun is about to set, they finally arrive in a small truck, carrying tools and stone for repairs in the back.

The main issue is that the collapsed walls need to be rebuilt.

The worker was building a wall, she herself was laying the foundation for the flagpole at the front. No matter where she went, the national flag was the most important thing to her. She wanted to make sure that tomorrow morning, she could raise the flag.

Although these workers arrived late, they were quite quick at work. In about three hours, before it was completely dark, they had finished building the embassy wall.

The leading boss, as he was collecting her pay, proudly asked, "Well, satisfied"

She nodded. "I'm very satisfied, thank you."

"My store is not only for home repairs, but also sells all kinds of household goods. If you want to buy anything, just come to me, or call this number." The man handed her a piece of paper with his name and phone number on it.

"Valla"

"Yes, my name."

Chen Ning remembered, and entered his phone number into her phone contacts.

By the time she was finished, it had gotten dark. She made a simple meal for herself and then went back to her room to read.

She plans to video call Song Jingye at midnight and then go to sleep.

She read until after 11 o'clock, and then she heard rustling sounds coming from the storeroom next door. She was afraid there might be a rat nest in there, and they would come into her room in the middle of the night, so she got up and took her phone to check the storeroom.

The light in the storage room was broken, she forgot to ask someone to fix it, so she had to take out her phone and use its flashlight for illumination.

The rustling sounds continued, and despite her bravery as a young woman, the closer she got to the storage room, the more uneasy she felt. How big could that rat be

She took a deep breath and pushed the door open. A musty smell filled the air, and the rustling sounds abruptly stopped. There were no scurrying rats as she had expected.

She shined her flashlight around, determined to find the source of the rustling sound tonight. In the pitch-black storage room, only the beam of her flashlight pierced the darkness.

She spun around a few times, and suddenly, a pair of bright eyes appeared before her. She gasped in fright, her legs turning to jelly.

Is there such a big rat

Or some other animal

Her scalp tingled, and she decided to exit the room, not daring to be alone in this cluttered space. It was too frightening.

Just as she was about to run away, the corner of her dress was suddenly tugged. She froze, because the force pulling on her dress couldn't possibly be a mouse, nor did it feel like any kind of animal.

She even heard some very faint breathing sounds.

She took a deep breath and turned back, looking at the place where her clothes had been grabbed with her phone. She saw a pair of thin, bony hands clutching her clothes. She gasped and slowly looked up, meeting the gaze of the same bright eyes that had just stared at her. They were now timidly watching her.

Is it a child

She was incredible, shining a flashlight on him and looking up and down repeatedly. She confirmed it was a child, very thin with messy hair, making it impossible to tell if he was a boy or a girl.nty of time he didn't know how to spend. He wasn't going to the club and wasn't calling...Let's hang out and have some fun.Mr. Wang called him several times, but he refused each time. He would rather...