The spring breeze from Saishang finally blew on this once prosperous land again, but such a gentle wind could no longer blow a green leaf. Continuous wars and successive natural disasters have devastated this city, which has been prosperous for five hundred years. Three years of drought have gradually dried up the rivers, and crops and vegetation have gradually stopped growing in these three years. Even if a few goose-yellow buds occasionally appeared, they wilted not long after they poked their heads out due to lack of moisture from the rain, and were blown away by the wind. Although it is already spring, there is still a chill in the wind that makes people wince. Five-year-old Xiao Ran was also barefoot among the group of children. His hands and feet were completely numb, but he still dug in the mud with his swollen little hands like buns. Her sister Xiao Mingyue also followed, and she was standing on the shore looking at his brother...