Velin and Xuemiyya stood high in the sky, looking down at the unremarkable village below.
Sunlight pierced the thin mist and spilled across the earth, draping the entire village in a veil of gold.
The streets gradually became lively as large numbers of commoners began appearing throughout the town.
The next moment, the two of them appeared on the street.
Velin walked up to a stall, bent down slightly, and took a gentle sniff. He could actually smell the fragrance of food.
"How is it? Doesn't it feel real?"
Xuemiyya came to Velin's side and asked softly.
"It really does feel real." Velin nodded at her words and replied, "I truly am fortunate to have married a genius like you."
"If this were before, I would have blushed. But now, I won't."
A confident smile appeared on Xuemiyya's face as she lightly waved her hand.
With her movement, the surrounding scene instantly changed, and a crude thatched hut appeared before them.
"Creak—"
The boy pushed open the wooden door and emerged from the room, laboriously carrying a wooden bucket. He went to the well, tied the rope around the bucket, then threw it down into the well.
With some curiosity, Velin entered the room and saw a thin, emaciated woman lying on a bed of straw.
Several torn garments covered her body, barely protecting her from the cold.
Before long, the boy crept back inside with a half-filled bucket of water. He went to a stove built from broken stones and poured the water into a chipped clay pot.
When the water reached the edge of the hole, the boy set the bucket down flat. He then went to the corner of the room, took a cloth bag from a pile of straw, pulled out several shriveled Bean Potatoes, and