Sun Ying, who didn't receive any news from Ye Jian, didn't dare to stay in Shuikou Village. She didn't dare to return to her home either. Her home had already fallen apart. Even her favorite peach tree outside the house had been cut down by the villagers. It was said that her grandpa had instructed them to cut down the peach tree.
When she passed by her house in the dark, Sun Ying couldn't help but stop in her hurry. She didn't want to return to the village anymore, but this was still the place where she grew up. There were too many beautiful memories here.
Sun Ying, who was standing at the door, stepped up the stairs and placed one hand on the rusty iron door. The cold touch made her heart shiver slightly. Slowly, she placed the back of her hand on her forehead and bit her lower lip tightly. She suppressed the sudden uncontrollable sorrow in her heart.
