Meng Chuan and the others chatted about all kinds of things. With so many people together, there was always something to say.
Next door, Ruthless and her brother had already talked about many things.
At a time like this, Ruthless naturally would not remain silent.
After waiting for so many long years, this day had finally come. Ruthless was even a little at a loss, but more than anything, she was overjoyed.
Ruthless and her brother now stood in the Small Mountain Village where they had been born.
They had already spoken of their feelings and exchanged countless words of concern.
There had been tears and moments when words failed them, too.
Now they had returned to the past and saw their home. It was an utterly ordinary house, yet it held their childhood.
Though Ruthless and her brother had descended upon the Small Mountain Village, they seemed to be separated from it by another world.
People came and went through the village, all of them familiar faces.
There was the auntie who often gave the siblings food, the blacksmith and carpenter who repaired their household things for free, and the old teacher who taught them to read...
They were all people Ruthless and her brother remembered as gentle and kind, people they could never forget.
The siblings' parents had died when Ruthless was very, very young.
One child struggling to care for his little sister—his hardship was easy to imagine.
The village they lived in was a good place, and its people were good people.
Those villagers might have been poor, rough, ignorant, or foolish, but to the two siblings, they were family.
"I never thought this would be such distant history now," Ruthless's brother said, looking at those dear to them. The glimmer in his eyes had never