The evening breeze was gentle, and the western sky was stained red by the sunset.
Tomorrow will be another fine day!
Jingzhe sat in the courtyard, enjoying the breeze while watching the sunset gradually disappear behind the mountains.
Perhaps because it was getting late, the twilight easily invoked nostalgia, and at the moment, Jingzhe was a bit nostalgic for her past life, her family, and her parents.
She vowed to live well in this world, hoping that one day she might find a way home.
Thinking this way, her eyes felt dry.
"Mom, the biscuits are baked!"
Just as Jingzhe slipped into a state of homesick melancholy, she was interrupted by the excited shout of Sufen.
Soon, a rich and enticing aroma filled the air.
This aroma drew in the village children and dogs, a group of kids with dogs in tow peeked around the doorframe, but they were hesitant to approach due to Widow Tong's reputation.
Jingzhe quickly got up and walked into the kitchen.
