The yard was unexpectedly large, overgrown with weeds everywhere, and there was only one road paved with stones, like a wasteland, narrow and simple. The road is straight, but knee-deep grass gradually invades the road, like an omnipresent memory. On the front is the main hall, with a worn-out carved wooden door tightly closed, and a long corridor on both sides leading to the backyard. The house was in ruins, with spider webs everywhere, and it definitely didn't look like it was inhabited. Pushing open the door, the room was filled with dust.