It was a weekend afternoon, and the city streets were bustling with traffic, flanked by towering skyscrapers.
The graves remained silent, as if merged with the earth. Buried here were Shen Wei's parents, who had passed away too soon, and her grandmother, who had raised her with tireless devotion for over a decade.
She touched the tombstones and added softly, "I spent many years in another world—I almost thought I'd never return. But don't worry about me. No matter where I am, I'll always find a way to thrive."
As dusk approached, Shen Wei returned to the village.
In three years, the small mountain village had become a modest tourist hotspot. At night, a bustling night market emerged, drawing crowds of visitors eager to sample wild game and mountain fruits. Some even ventured out in groups for nighttime hikes.
