"Come on, follow me."
The woman held out her hand to Ye Lin. It was pale and clean, and a strange fragrance drifted into Ye Lin's nose, unconsciously calming his heart.
Ye Lin reached out and clasped her hand, and she promptly pulled him to his feet.
"My name is An Ran. You can call me Sister An Ran."
An Ran spoke softly to Ye Lin, her voice gentle. From her, Ye Lin felt the warmth of a girl-next-door older sister.
"Ye Lin."
"Ye Lin. That's a good name. Are you alone? Where is your family?"
An Ran asked as she walked.
"I... I don't have any family."
Ye Lin hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. His family had probably already passed through several reincarnations, hadn't they?
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
At his words, An Ran's face filled with apology. When she saw his face caked in mud, her heart immediately ached for him.
An Ran took out a white handkerchief and pressed it to Ye Lin's face.
"Don't move."
After saying that, An Ran carefully wiped all the mud from Ye Lin's face.
"See? You look so much better clean. How did you get here? Did you flee south to escape the famine in the north?"
An Ran put away the handkerchief and spoke softly.
"Where is this place? What does fleeing famine mean? Is this the Central Region?"
Ye Lin's face was full of confusion. Hearing this, An Ran's heart ached even more. Poor child—he had even lost his memory.
"This is the Central Region, Yang Province, one of the thirty-four provinces of the Central Region. Three years ago, a Tongtian Great Demon appeared at the northernmost edge of Yang Province. The Great Demon slaughtered living beings everywhere, leaving the people unable to live