Time flew by fast. Like a shuttle, three years of time flowed by like water.
It was the April day in the world, the earth was rejuvenating, and the scenery was beautiful. Mocheng in the northwest was full of verdant vegetation and fragrant wild flowers.
The scenery in Xuanwang's mansion had not changed much. Every plant, every tree, every brick and tile, was still as simple and heroic, and the atmosphere was calm. The only difference was that there were now two more figures in the quiet garden in the past.
"Brother Tuanzi, brother Tuanzi, let me hug, hug..." A little boy in a navy blue pony jacket, carved in pink and jade, followed behind another slightly older child, like a small tail, kept calling.
