Prologue

In an instant, the thunder struck down, past events blossomed, and the girl's body trembled as if she were riding a horse in a storm, wielding a whip

The tone of the person responding was somewhat harsh, yet the girl remained undeterred, insisting that the other party make a phone call to confirm: "He is so busy every day... perhaps he forgot to inform the people below?"

This grove, resembling a construction site, is unremarkable, even lacking in beauty; it is bare and stark, yet its vitality is resilient. Unfortunately, the sound of a massive bulldozer approaches, intent on crushing every small detail into mud

"Cheng Gaigai, how does it feel to be deceived?"

Confronting the bulldozer is a girl, around twenty-four or twenty-five years old. It seems that this forest is her only possession. When she speaks, her attitude is resolute, ready at any moment to roll up her sleeves and take on a challenge single-handedly. However, upon closer inspection, when that person is mentioned, her eyes glisten with tears, the surface of which is veiled by a faint layer of mist, concealing an elusive and ephemeral beauty.

Cheng Gaigai, how long has it been since anyone called you that?

The other end of the call did not reveal what was said, causing Zhou Yin's expression to darken. After a moment, the call ended. She rushed forward, the previously feigned coldness was instantly shattered by her passionate nature: "What did he say?"

You promised not to touch this place

Zhou Yin promised that he would not destroy this forest

He asked me to ask you a question

She willingly concealed her identity for one person, waiting for a grove known as the Misty Valley to guide him. After passing through the flowers of spring, the winds of autumn, and the setting sun of winter, she finally came to a realization

The man remained silent, surveying her from his elevated height, the unwillingness in his eyes boiling beneath the surface, yet he still parted his thin lips like breaking fragile ice

Regarding ruthlessness, Zhou Yin ultimately cannot compare to his friend. He rarely sees the almost pleading expression of a girl, and in front of everyone, he finally dialed that number

In the small town of the northwest, the days are long and the nights are quiet

The thin sunlight spun and fell upon a vast expanse of deeply rooted black-striped trees

There is fundamentally nothing that can bring back time

She held her breath and unconsciously bit her inner lip

Don't be ridiculous, he is the kind of person who would skin others alive even at the brink of death, it's surprising that you still hold any expectations