Everyone was gone, and nearly a hundred fragrant redbud trees were pitifully abandoned on the wasteland, waiting to wither under the sun and the wind.
"Finally, they're all gone," a figure emerged from the waist-high weeds that had been pushed aside. To avoid being spotted by Qian Yongcai and being recognized as the same eight-year-old girl, she wore the clothes she had brought from Ge Village.
