In a serene mountain village, huts built low to the ground were piled up in a haphazard mess. Due to a downpour of rain, the crooked village roads had become muddy and difficult to travel upon.

But this didn’t stop the children in the village from playing around. They held wooden spears and wooden swords in their hands, or they hugged grimy dolls and dressed like horses as they ran about in groups.

Their little feet left deep imprints in the muddy ground that were soon covered again.

The muddy road remained a muddy road, without any change at all. It was still dark and dirty.

“Big sister, big sister, stop running so fast, I can’t follow you!”

A loveable and fresh-faced little girl shouted out loud. She was covered in mud and held a steamed bun tightly in her hand. Looking closely, one could see that it was still steaming.

“Haha, little Junjun wants to catch me? Only girls who run fast can grow taller in the future and be liked by big brother and become his most beloved...