---- Chapter 4 The people online called us the Wandering Women. Apparently, when you combined listening to the rain and drinking tea while in the wilderness, it was freedom. But going viral did not matter to us. We continued wandering around at a leisurely pace without a goal in mind. Yet people continued to watch our livestream. Some people asked us questions, some talked about life, and some gave us pointers on where to go next. We loved the last group of people the most. We turned off donations so we could walk down our path quietly. Our income from the platform was enough to provide for our lives. Because of it, basic necessities became more readily available. Even so, a year and a half later, an accident occurred ---- -our RV broke down. We had the money to buy a new RV, but to our surprise, a company offered to sponsor us. This was an alternative form of advertising, so I hesitated when I received the call. It was Jennifer who insisted that we accept the sponsorship. She wanted us to have a backup plan and not spend all of our money. A middle-aged man sent us a new RV. Even though I could tell he was a disciplined gym rat based on his figure, he was not as sleazy as I thought he would be. His name was Wilfred Frank. He asked us to call him Wilfred, but we referred to him as Mr. Frank. We preferred to maintain a professional distance. Mr. Frank did not leave immediately. Instead, he gave us acrash course on the RV's features and helped us move. Although we had only lived in the old RV for a year and a half, we had accumulated plenty of personal ---- items. They were a little too heavy for us to move on our own. "Oh! Sorry!" Mr. Frank accidentally knocked over my sketchboard, and all of my colors spilled out. In an instant, they covered the entire floor, and the RV became a mess. "Did you draw this? It's beautiful! You've never shown your skills on the livestreams. What a surprise!" When Mr. Frank looked at me again, there was something different in his eyes. Ijust smiled and did not continue the conversation. I helped him pick up my art pieces and put them away. Over the past year and a half, I had never shown my art pieces during the livestreams. This was the spiritual backyard I kept close to my heart and did not wish to share with anyone. Mr. Frank was a sensible person. When he saw that I was keeping my distance, he did not try to approach Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!