Sanhe Village.
Standing at the entrance of the village he had left just a few days ago, Li Qing suddenly felt as if he had been gone for years.
He weighed his luggage on his back and strode into the convenience store.
In the clean and tidy store, Han Mei and Wu Xingxing were huddled together, looking at a smartphone and laughing loudly.
He had no idea what they were watching, but they were clearly enjoying themselves immensely.
"What are you looking at?" Li Qing leaned in closer.
"Qingzi, you're back?" Han Mei asked in surprise.
Li Qing opened his arms for a big hug, "Sister, I almost didn't get to see you again."
"Stop it, what happened?" Han Mei glanced at Wu Xingxing and her face suddenly turned red with embarrassment.
Li Qing wasn't one to play favorites; seeing the expectant look in Wu Xingxing's eyes, he also gave her a tight hug before explaining, "Just bad luck, ran into a rambling old Taoist priest and coincidentally witnessed the collapse of the Shilin."