Chapter 147_1

Xiang Rong raised his head and gazed at the bright, clear moon over the countryside, which somehow seemed cleaner and sharper than in the city. Underneath the moonlight lay rolling black mountains, scattered here and there. From a distance, he could see a bustling town nestled in the valley, housing strangers with no connection to him.

His home had been a good one. It nestled against a mountain, near a river and a road. He could vividly remember a young Xiang Muhua running around the front and back of the house, happily playing with the village children or newcomers.

But this world changes rapidly. So quickly, in fact, that his family was left with only a single member - himself.

The prosperity rolled in with the construction of new roads. The region was near-abandoned. Neighbours he once knew moved away, one by one.