It's night.
The Little Fox Girl lies on the grass, gazing at the starry sky.
Unconsciously, she recalls an image from that day in her mind.
On a vast expanse of grassland, they leaned against each other, gazing at the starry and boundless firmament. Their breaths intertwined into the sole melody in the cosmos, as if the whole world only consisted of the two of them.
Cynthia loves that sense of freedom, the endless starry sky, the open grassland, nestled in an embrace full of security that envelops her entirely, tossing away all worries, needing only to close her eyes and enjoy that freedom.
If she surrendered herself here completely, she felt fearless. Perhaps it's time to entrust herself to the Lord.
This thought has always lingered in her mind. She wants her relationship with the Lord to become closer, wants to truly become his woman like Sister Liya and the others, with no distinction between them.
