After two days, Xie Qing and Xie Meiling finally arrived at their hometown. As they passed through the gates, they noticed something strange.
"It seems... rather gloomy. And there are fewer people, even though it used to be crowded," Xie Qing muttered, raising his eyebrows in surprise and looking around. "Did someone die here? Maybe the old man from the Si family?"
"If that greedy bastard had died, we wouldn't be seeing this gloomy atmosphere, but fireworks instead," Xie Meiling denied, narrowing her eyes. "I wonder what happened?"
Xie Qing shrugged and, together with Xie Meiling, began making their way to the Xie family estate. The path was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. Each step seemed to come with an eerie lightness as if their hearts were whispering that revenge was just around the corner.
