Bandits Tied The Mushroom Picker to a Tree in The Forest, What They Wanted To Do To His Daughter Provoked Him

The pre-dawn mist slowly descended onto the weak field, settling on the damp ground and enveloping the young plants in its dense embrace. The sun’s disc barely peeked over the horizon, then the first pink rays illuminated the sky, coloring the mist as it dispersed in various directions.

Under the sunlight, mixed an orange beam stripped the white cloud, tinting it from below. Soon, the rays turned purple, then warm orange, and so the dawn began, dispersing the sluggish darkness and cold.

The girl sat on the balcony, observing nature awakened before her eyes. However, deep inside, her own soul was not as bright and colorful. She said in a tall old chair, gazing at the field while her thoughts wandered into the past, where it was impossible to remain indifferent.

She had ended a long-term relationship, and now she didn’t know whether she regretted it or not. Love had long faded away, leaving only habit, a sense of ownership from his side, and nothing more. Yet deep in her heart, there still lingered a sense of injustice about her decision.

“Dash, Adelina, why are you sitting here so early?” her grandfather asked, stepping onto the balcony and taking a seat in another chair. He pulled out a thick cigarette, lit it, and leaned back, exhaling the thick, pungent smoke.

Adelina imagined her grandfather’s lungs being enveloped and misted just like that field that had already freed itself from its burden. She didn’t know how to answer her grandfather. She didn’t know how to tell him that he would soon be alone again because living in a remote village was not for her. There was nothing here, and there was no one to turn to in case of need.

“Dash, nightmares, Grandpa,” she confessed, recalling her recent dreams. “You know, my therapist says that when a person gets extremely tired, their mind doesn’t function as it used to. The body, so to speak, slows down, gets tired, and expresses its fatigue through nightmares. I don’t know how to say it correctly,” she hesitated, “but I dreamed that I was…..Read Full Story Here…,….