Su Liyan hadn't been to her maternal grandmother's house in many years. She was afraid to go, afraid of the sorrow that would well up in her heart... But now, she wanted to visit...
Lu Yuan finished packing his bundle and said, "A little run-down is fine. Lead the way, honey!"
"You got it, dear!"
Su Liyan led Lu Yuan to the other end of the village, pushed open a wooden door, and ushered him inside.
Dead and withered plants blanketed the yard. The walls were made of stone and packed earth, and a section in one corner leaned precariously, looking as though it might collapse at any moment.
Staring at the familiar yet strange old house, Su Liyan couldn't help but feel a wave of melancholy wash over her. This was where she had often come to play as a child.
Su Liyan's grandmother had passed away from a persistent illness. As a member of the Half-demon Race, even with all her cultivation, she could not escape the natural cycle of life and death.
