"Sis, we're almost home!" Ai Yan thought that his words had hurt her, so he quickly changed the subject and stretched out a hand to comfort her.
When Ai Yu heard the word "home", she suddenly felt a flood of water rushing up like a water pump. It was a long time ago for her to remember the last time when many people had been used to the word "home", "home", "home".
Regardless of whether it was in his heart or not, what he was thinking about was how desperate he was when facing their bodies that were devoid of warmth, how he would cry helplessly in front of their tomb towards the name engraved on the ice-cold stone monument, or how he would helplessly mutter to the vague figures that appeared in the nightmare several times when he couldn't get close to them.
However, the water source was
