「Two months after Aunt Qing found Little Jingwei.」
The cool autumn breeze, carrying a fallen leaf, swirled and drifted away in front of the wooden house.
From left to right, three figures sat on the steps, gazing at the tranquil valley entrance. Each rested their elbows on their knees, held their chins in their hands, and sighed in unison.
"Such a beautiful girl, why has nobody come up the mountain to look for her?"
Aunt Qing's fox ears twitched slightly. Her strong physique was concealed by her clothing, accentuating her feminine gentleness.
"Why can such a beautiful girl remember nothing at all?"
Mimicking Aunt Qing's tone, the young boy in the short shirt sighed softly, a slight smile in his eyes.
Next to the boy, the fair and lovely little girl sighed softly, pursing her lips slightly.
"Hmm."
She didn't know her name or where she came from. In her heart, two figures occasionally emerged, as if a voice was gently calling 'Jin Wei'.
