Jiuxiao Continent, Shiyan Kingdom.
It was the peak of autumn, with light rain drizzling down, vibrant maple leaves wafting down from the branches, their colorful array scattered by the gentle wind.
Lanshan Village, nestled within the mountains, was a small remote village with a bleak ambiance.
In a low-set farmhouse, Xie Ying leaned against the window, cradling a lovely little girl doll-like in her arms.
The little girl was less than two years old, dressed in a pink padded jacket, her hair fixed with a simple hairpin. On her fair, pinkish little face were a pair of large eyes, as black as gemstones, and long, dense eyelashes, cute beyond words.
Hurried footsteps reverberated from outside the courtyard. The gate was roughly pushed open from the outside, and two young boys ran in one after the other.
"Mother, we are back."
The two boys, drenched to the skin, had run back from the mountains carrying baskets on their backs, rainwater plastering their hair and clothes.
