The necklace was taken away by Winston, who said he stored it away somewhere safe.
Thankfully, Bai Qingqing wasn't pestered by some ghost whatsoever. Also, those dreams vanished alongside the necklace, leaving her life entirely.
The last bit of ice on the ground had also melted into water to nourish the soil by then, announcing the formal arrival of the light rainy season.
The skies were dim, as though a layer of dark-colored seawater was floating over it. From time to time small raindrops would fall from the sky, on and off, so the ground remained in a constant wet state. This kind of rain tended to frustrate one the most.
But this was sweet relish to the plants.
The plants looked different with each passing day. In the span of several days, this world transformed from a withered yellow to a lovely shade of green.
Setting aside their iron-smelting work, Parker and Winston moved out the wild grains that had started germinating to become wheat.
