He Qing, carrying a 20-inch silver-white suitcase with one hand, moved briskly through this dark, mysterious forest as if she were walking on flat ground.
The woods were not particularly large; within a short while, she stood nimbly on the top of the hill, carefully examining the buildings at the foot of the mountain, both familiar and strange to her.
A few years had passed, and the village seemed even more run-down. Looking down from above, only a few slightly better-looking buildings appeared to have been built before she left.
He Qing turned to look at the forest, which had suddenly filled with a ghostly energy, and smiled slightly, with a curve of her lips that couldn't be described as anything but gratifyingly free, "It seems that making money has not been so easy these past few years."
After she had spoken, she stepped onto the overgrown path that had become deep with wild grass and barely recognizable, and descended the hill with a light step.
