This night, Qiao Zhiyi didn't close her eyes.
At dawn, the little girl tugged at her hand.
Qiao Zhiyi looked at her with heartache and asked gently, "Nona, what's wrong?"
Having been here for so long, Qiao Zhiyi had picked up a bit of the local language.
The little girl grinned at her, her voice very soft, "Sister... in the future, I want to go to your country..."
With that single sentence, Qiao Zhiyi's tears came all at once.
She understood the meaning behind those words.
None of them wanted to live in a country torn by war, but they had no choice.
Qiao Zhiyi held her hand tightly, choking up, "Okay."
Suddenly, the little girl began to cough, and a mouthful of blood came out, her breath growing weaker.
"Nona!" Qiao Zhiyi called out to her.
The light in the little girl's eyes slowly faded, and eventually, she closed them.
Qiao Zhiyi's tears flowed down all at once, even breathing felt painful.
This was helplessness.