C435 I'll Go Back to My Old Home

The wilted willow trees still stood tall in the quiet wasteland.

The wild wind blew past, and occasionally, branches that could not hold on were broken. It made a crisp sound and fell down, splashing dust all over the ground.

A lonely figure walked over from the east. His expression was lonely, and his steps were slow.

His gaze first swept across the withered forest in front of him