Mo Yixuan walked along the uneven dirt road and the cold wind felt like knives slashing against his face.
He finally saw how underdeveloped this village was after day broke. It was such a remote area that showed no signs of modern development. All he could see in this village were mountains, fields and tiny mud houses.
There wasn't even a proper road and the only road that went through the village was made out of cement while all other roads were bumpy dirt roads that wound around the village.
If he hadn't seen it for himself, he wouldn't have believed that such an underdeveloped village could have existed in this country.
Mo Yixuan's heart beat wildly as he stared at the small mud house up ahead. He was extremely livid at the thought that his precious woman had wound up in a village with such bad living conditions.
