Originally, Lin Chuan didn't like to think about those things beneath the surface. Only during certain times did physiological changes make him feel a heart-wrenching torment.
Lin Chuan's inner struggle was somewhat alleviated by the breeze around him.
Soon, with the Thousand-Mile Horse carrying the two people, they arrived at the village. As the speed of the horse slowed, the people around quickly straightened their bodies.
By the hazy moonlight, the desolation of this place suddenly appeared before them.
The once old houses were now filled with gloom. Along with the faint sound of wind around them, the leaves on the trees not far away shook urgently, making a crisp sound, as if telling these people that they shouldn't be here.
Seeing the desolation around, Zheng Xiuzhi and Jin Leilei grew somewhat nervous. When Lin Chuan and Zheng Xiuzhi began to walk down, the two of their bodies drew close together, as if it was the only way to find comfort.
