In the fields beneath Niuxin Mountain, the half-green wheat swayed in the breeze. The wheat was growing splendidly; the ears had fully emerged and the grains were plump. It looked like a bountiful harvest was not far off.
A group of children crouched at the edge of the field, their excitement mixed with nervousness, as they plucked the green wheat with their hands. Their leader was a little girl with white hair and pink pupils, who stood out starkly from the rest.
However, the other children seemed accustomed to her appearance and treated her no differently. In fact, because she appeared older, they looked to her as their leader and followed her every move.
"Everyone, pick faster!" Bai Lingmiao crouched on the ground, reaching out and yanking forcefully at the green wheat stalks.
The children looked very tense, constantly glancing toward Liang Qu as if they were wary of something.
