Li Xiaoqiang saw the simple and honest smile of the spore-bearing man, and a huge stone that had been suspended in his heart finally fell.
Instantly, a refreshing feeling spread throughout his body, as if every single cell was opening its mouth wide, breathing in the rural breath of the mountain forests.
After a night of overexertion, both physically and mentally drained, his heavy eyelids finally closed, and he fell into a deep, soundless sleep.
Seeing this, the burly man gave a silly smile as saliva once again flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Carefully, he hoisted Li Xiaoqiang onto his shoulder and stepped toward the valley that emitted a faint light.
When Li Xiaoqiang opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar scenery and breathed in the familiar air; it was a room built of stones with yellow mud packed into the crevices.
