"Are you lost? Do you know you've been running around in a circle?"
After climbing over the hill and passing through another woodland, he found himself in front of the same stream again. It was at this moment that a cheerful voice rang out from behind Ji Shanqing.
Ji Shanqing stopped walking but did not turn around. He looked ahead at the creek. The flowing water shimmered in the dim sunlight, looking like a smooth glittering ribbon. He tore his eyes away from the mesmerizing, beautiful stream and looked a little bit further ahead. It had merely been a few months, yet the village was reduced to nothing but a pile of broken bricks and windows beyond recognition.
Ji Shanqing remained impassive to the series of footsteps until they finally stopped beside him. He turned his head to look at the man, only to be stared back at by the man's large pair of eyes that sat on his irregular-shaped face.
