October's golden autumn, Nuannuan Xue fills the sky, snow-white covering the golden sea of wheat.
The people cheer with joy.
The old man's furrowed brow relaxes;
Families who were prepared to sell their children to survive the winter now hold their innocent little ones and wail with joy, shedding tears of relief for not having to be parted from their flesh and blood;
Men who were struggling with long journeys, contemplating abandoning dignity and conscience for illicit ways to earn a living, suddenly found more choices upon seeing the bountiful wheat fields and receiving long-awaited letters from home, suddenly... they yearned to return home.
A White-clothed Knight, with a Conical Hat pressed down and bearing a Seventh Grade Long Blade, walked through the countryside, through small paths.
He had walked a long, long way, finally seeing the "emotions" on this land change.
