Liu Huowang stood silently by the roadside, wearing a bamboo hat and leading a horse, gazing at Niuxin Village in the distance.
A few months ago, it was this very spot. Back then, he stood here, wondering how he should explain to Bai Lingmiao that he had killed her entire family.
Today, still at this spot, he stood here, thinking of how to explain to the others in the village what he had gone through during his time away.
He had achieved his goal, no longer tormented by hallucinations. He was about to see them all again, yet for some reason his heart was filled with anxiety and unease.
Compared to the bleak cold of winter, Niuxin Village in spring was much livelier. The fields around the village were full of people and oxen working the land.
The people working were quite young, a bit clumsy, but earnest in their work. Still, for some reason, none of them looked particularly remarkable.
