The warm wind was blowing, and the weather was clear and sunny.
Luoshan Village and Luoyan Village lived against the Deicide Mountain range, with two other villages in between.
Early this morning, Su Pan'er and Qin Yi left the house together.
If it were up to Su Pan'er, she would have wanted to go back to the mountain to gather some medicinal herbs, but Qin Yi forced her to return home.
However, the one being forced was in a very good mood, carrying a string of gifts in her hand, a basket backpack on her back, and whistling an unidentified melody as she strolled along.
The one doing the forcing, on the other hand, looked as gloomy as if he had lost a loved one, leaning on a crutch and marching forward with a darkened face.
Su Pan'er's words from last night still echoed in Qin Yi's ears, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth at the thought of it.