He took a deep breath.
"Good, then it's up to me from now on..."
As time fluttered by, it was the next morning.
A peaceful night.
The sky was clear blue, with wisps of white clouds embracing the floating sun, projecting golden brilliant light through the gaps.
Shining on this green mountain range, it looked like a vast, wind-ruffled green carpet filled with a vibrant lush color.
In the middle of the green carpet, a winding shimmering silver ribbon divided it into two, that was the meandering river.
Near the river, a couple of hundred meters away, inside a small log cabin.
A golden-haired boy was struggling to lift a large wooden barrel which was covered in dust, probably as tall as half of an adult with a large capacity, it seemed to be used for bathing.
Tom moved the barrel bit by bit along the edge, slowly turning it, dragging it outside the house.
By the time the barrel was in position, he already had sweat dripping from his forehead.
