"Third Sister, Third Sister, how should this sword technique be used?"
In a daze, a very familiar voice appeared in Zhou Yuqing's ears, and in her view was a naive child holding a wooden sword, tugging at her sleeve with an innocent face.
In the small courtyard, apart from the two of them, there was also a young boy who was seriously reading and nodding his head, and a young girl who was fertilizing the osmanthus tree in the yard.
The moment she saw their figures, Zhou Yuqing's mind conjured the images of her Fourth Brother, Second Brother, and Eldest Sister.
Except for the youthful Fourth Brother, whether it was the reading Second Brother or the Eldest Sister caring for the osmanthus tree, their faces were all shrouded in a thin mist, making Zhou Yuqing unable to see clearly.
Yet, she could see the surrounding courtyard very clearly and instantly recognized it as the courtyard in Qingliang City.
"Third Sister?" A hesitant voice brought Zhou Yuqing back from her reverie.
