While he was sorting things out, Luo'er couldn't help but reach out and rub the two fuzzy bunny ears standing atop his head, smiling wistfully, "It's been almost three years, hasn't it? You've grown quite a bit."
"Hehe, really? I've been working hard to protect the village every day." Hearing Luo'er's words, Taran became very excited, perhaps adjusting the rifle on his shoulder.
Due to his height, he still struggled somewhat to carry the Lee-Enfield Rifle, occasionally worrying that the gun would touch the ground.
"Protecting the village every day..." Luo'er's face twitched for a moment, and then he couldn't smile anymore.
In his view, at Taran's age, he should have been in school studying, instead of carrying a rifle every day to guard his own village. When they had offered their suggestions to Meila Village initially, they hadn't imagined the disaster would last so long. Three years later, when he returned, Taran still needed to carry a rifle to protect everyone.
