The fragrance of green grass and the verdancy of new branches.
A gentle breeze softly brushed by.
The village peaceful, as if it were a paradise hidden from the world.
The place Xu Wanyun had dreamt of leaving now gave her the greatest sense of security.
It allowed her to slowly breathe a sigh of relief, "Hoo."
Soon, as if sensing someone's entrance.
Dozens of figures quickly rushed out from the village, tall and short, fat and thin, men, women, old and young, all dressed in exceedingly simple clothes.
They looked curiously in this direction, and then someone exclaimed with joy, "Wanyun is back!"
"What about Xu Qing'er? Is Xu Qing'er back too? Watch the elders not spare her a sound beating!"
Hearing this, A'Qing hurriedly shrank into her aunt's embrace.
A man with a resolute face and the appearance of advanced years stepped out from the crowd, raising his hand to quiet everyone's clamor.
