Lilia opened her mouth to comfort her husband. "Jean, you ..."
But before the sentence was finished, Lilia suddenly stopped walking. She felt that the scenery around her looked familiar and triggered a memory that was buried in her mind. Even though she had been traveling around this village for quite a while, this was the first time that familiar feeling had emerged so strongly inside her heart.
Lilia and Jean were standing on one of the main paths of the village. The path ran straight from the gate to the end of the village and was connected with dozens of other, smaller paths. Several paths lead to narrow alleys in between the houses.
Lilia's gaze was fixed on one of the paths that led to a narrow alley. Lilia herself didn't know why, but she couldn't take her eyes off the alley.
