A pair of birds fight over a dry stalk of rice so they could build a nest somewhere. The corners of Ying Hua's lips curved gently at the sight of such a simple yet extremely happy feeling.
It was as if all the pain and troubles that had filled her head had no trace, buried by a calming simple, and normal life.
"Now I know why not a few people want a simple life," she whispered. Because simple life tends to give happiness to someone, and because from that point of simplicity someone's sincerity is on another level, the real level.
Just as she hadn't fully stepped out of the hut area, a manly voice slipped through. It was Skeleton Crow, one of the people she didn't want to see that day because she didn't have enough energy to argue with him. However, after Old Man Mo explained the contribution of Skeleton Crow, it was as if she weighted her shoulders, a burden that grew heavier as she became irritated at Skeleton Crow.
