The mother and son lived in a small wooden hut. The house was tiny, but though the sparrow was small, it had all five organs. Everything was complete, and it looked very cozy.
It had everything one could need.
"Alright, this is the place. The house is a little small, so don't mind it."
An Ran spoke softly to Ye Lin. Every word brimmed with gentleness, and for a moment, Ye Lin felt the long-lost warmth of home.
The instant he noticed something was off with himself, Ye Lin let out a quiet laugh. How could someone like him possibly have such feelings?
Cultivation, cultivation—no matter how hard one tried to preserve oneself, in the end, one's emotions would only grow thinner and thinner, until one became a completely heartless person.
He had seen too much. Along the way, he had seen everything there was to see. There were already very few things in this world capable of stirring his emotions.
No matter how steadfastly Ye Lin guarded his original heart, this was unavoidable.
An Ran immediately released An Xin's hand and went to a corner to make a wooden bed for Ye Lin.
"There's no need to trouble yourself so much. I saw another room outside. I can just tidy it up a little."
Ye Lin stopped An Ran and said this. An Ran froze, then hurriedly waved his hands.
"That won't do, that won't do. That's a donkey pen. There may not be any donkeys now, but the smell left inside is terribly unpleasant. You can't stay there."
An Ran waved his hands frantically, but Ye Lin still went out into the yard, entered the donkey pen, and began cleaning it up on his own.
"I'm already causing enough trouble by coming here. There's no need to trouble