Sophie Smith listened as Eva Miller talked about Oliver Johnson.
But the more she listened, the more her heart ached. He was once such a vibrant man, but now he has to spend such a long time in a cage without daylight.
She hung her head, her eyes reddened, and softly exhaled a breath.
"Sophie, don't be sad. Brother Johnson has repeatedly urged me to stay with you," Eva Miller lifted the corners of her lips, but there was a touch of helplessness, "Actually, what Brother Johnson is most worried about is you."
"Eva, I really want to see him..."
"Hmm, when you return to Eastern City, we'll go together, okay?"
Sophie Smith nodded solemnly. She definitely has to hurry back to Eastern City, she must.
...
The streets here are filled with a strong sense of nostalgia, with an old big clock, red telephone booths, young people getting around with bicycles. Everything looks so peaceful, the pace of life is slow, and walking here slows one's heart down as well.
