The autumn rain was miserable, and ram's horn tribute lanterns were lit all the way up the mountain steps. A small breeze blew, making the surroundings sway, and a small thing fluttered under the shadow of the lamp. "Kid, why are you crying so sadly?" Asked a cold voice. The child rubbed away the tears and looked up, still hazy. A person stood on the stone steps at some point. The person held a red oil-paper umbrella. The edge of the umbrella was pressed very low, making it difficult to see his face. "My family left first." The man holding the umbrella hesitated slightly: "It turned out to be a poor child." The child suddenly burst into tears and smiled: "Well, my family members are all alive." "..." "
They just told me to hide and said they were looking for me. I waited until dark and no one came to look for me. When I came out, there was no trace of my family or servants. "Follow me down the mountain." Hongying led the child all the way down the mountain. ++ Seeing a servant coming from ahead, the man in red let go and said, "You have to walk the road ahead by yourself." "By the way, what's your name?" The child turned around and asked, but there was no one behind him.