The evening glow stained the sky with a dazzling rouge, and the sunset's afterglow shrouded the village by the mountainside.
At the foot of the endless rolling mountains, near the village, a small child in a blue coarse cloth short jacket was sitting on a large stone, looking into the distance.
The terrain here was quite high, and Gu Chengyu leaned against a large tree, his eyes vacant as he gazed afar. Spring had come again, now it was March. Gu Chengyu had been traveling back in time for over four years, and in two months, it would be exactly five years.
Spring was flourishing, with peach blossoms and willows everywhere. Looking around the mountains, it was lush and verdant, with wildflowers and grasses on the roadside thriving, and various flowers exuding refreshing fragrances, in front of the mountain, there was a vast field.
