“Dad, Mom, I’m very tired, I’d like to go up and rest,” Caitong said, a deep sense of loss in her eyes. Xu Guang and Ya Ping, seeing her exhaustion, nodded for her to go back to her room. Caitong returned to her room under the curious gaze of the neighbors, shutting the door with a “bang.” The living room erupted into a heated debate about whether time tunnels really existed. Xu Guang believed his daughter; she had indeed been lost in a time tunnel, even though he didn’t understand what that meant. His daughter was always well-behaved, albeit independent and not overly reliant on family, but young people should have ideals and be impulsive.
Caitong retreated to her room, sitting by the window, chin in hand, staring blankly at the sky. She felt listless, a strange worry creeping over her. Alas, the joy of reunion was tinged with the pain of separation! The black horse! She remembered and wondered what her father had done with it.
“Dad,” Xu Caitong called out loudly from her room.
“Yes?” Xu Guang responded loudly, hearing his daughter’s call.
“What about that black horse? What did you do with it?”
