The night-blooming jasmine fills the garden with fragrance. At this moment, the Yuan family's house is brightly lit.
The outside of the courtyard has been cleaned up and restored to its former appearance.
The busy kitchen was coming to an end. The women who came to help had thanked me countless times before they left with pots and bowls in their hands, smiling.
In the main room, the candlelight was bright. Yang Lizheng was among them. His face was grim, and his eyes were more determined than before.
"The village today is different from before.
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