His voice was low and the occasional barks of Heiga could be heard from the locked room. The grey-roofed, white-walled village house was extremely quiet. Fog subtly floated in the mountain behind the house. In the peach blossom forest in front of the house, tender buds could already be seen on the trees. Once the spring wind blows, the buds would blossom into beautiful flowers.
Ye Zhifan, who rushed through the peach blossom forest, finally saw the old lady walking on the ridges of the field. Stepping on the wet and muddy road, Ye Zhifan stopped running. He slowed down his pace and walked as though he was taking an idle stroll.
Right in the middle of the village, there was a small and new villa that was newly built. It looked exceptionally grand. The furious Grandma Ye walked into this new villa that was built on the land of the old Ye residence.
