"So, shall I start?"
Without waiting for Yang Ze to reply, Lin Meilin's lips curled up in a slight smile as she began to narrate her story in a soft tone.
"Once…" She learned back slightly, comfortably resting on the chair before resting her face on her right hand.
"There was a small village at the end of the endless mountain."
"There was nothing special about it. There were no sects around it, no cultivators and not even demonic beasts. Everyone there was a mortal who lived and died quietly."
"The only thing that was special about it was that winter ruled that village. Half the year was snow, and the other half was spent waiting for snow to return."
"In that village, crops were scarce, and most of the people stayed quiet, knowing fully well that surviving was already a kind of victory."
"And in that village, lived two people who grew up together."
"They weren't anything special… Just two mortals amongst the sea of mortals with no fortune or great ambitions."
