C70 Something Terrible Had Happened

The westering sun hung high above the mountains, casting an orange afterglow on the mountains. Layers upon layers of fields were covered in a dazzling golden radiance.

The autumn harvest seemed especially obvious. As far as the eye could see, the harvest was bountiful.

When I saw off my aunt and Ding Bufan, I had a little worry in my heart. It was already late in the evening