The moonlight was quite bright, yet it was still hard to see what was written on the paper under the moonlight. Luo Qianqian paused for a moment. She hadn't decided whether to take out the flashlight when suddenly a light appeared. A faint candle flame lit up right before her, illuminating the face of a young boy. He held this candle aloft, the candlelight flickering among the trees, swaying with the night breeze.
Take me away.
These three words were all that was on the paper. Luo Qianqian blinked, still unsure. She waved the paper in front of the young boy, "Is this yours? Did you write this?"
The young boy nodded.
"Do you want me to take you away?" The boy nodded again. Luo Qianqian still found it hard to believe. She couldn't be sure to whom this boy belonged, yet he was seeking her help?
Did she look like she ran a shelter?
The young boy kept nodding, his expression as calm as if this was the most ordinary thing in the world.
