The countryside of Silla looked almost the same as Xia.
The view was dominated by overgrown weeds, with evergreen trees and deciduous trees interspersed, and dead branches as dense as the meridians of a human body.
The closer Du Qianqian got to this village, the easier it was for her to recall those unpleasant memories.
She used to run through such barren fields, chasing after the other village kids like animals; she was scrawny and thin as a child, and so she was often bullied, the weakest among the girls.
Since she could remember, the compliments Du Qianqian had received were few and far between; it seemed as if people were naturally disinclined to appreciate each other, always ready to pick apart each other's flaws in secret comparisons.
