When Su Yan awoke.
She looked around.
A desolate landscape.
The sun was setting, and the fiery clouds in the sky unfolded like a beautiful picture.
She glanced around.
This looked like a village.
Just without a single person in sight.
A cool wind blew, enough to give a timid person goosebumps.
Faintly, Su Yan caught a whiff of a bloody scent.
Su Yan looked down at the clothes she was wearing.
Cotton and linen material, with several worn patches.
Gray clothes and coarse shoes on her feet.
At one glance, it was clear her life hadn't been good.
She asked in her mind,
"Xiao Hua?"
No one answered her.
She waited for quite a while, but Xiao Hua still didn't respond.
Unable to connect?
The cold wind kept coming, faintly, she seemed to hear a muffled groan of pain coming from a house not far away.
The bloody scent grew stronger.
This place was very eerie.
Then, Su Yan searched her body for some clues.
