The next day, before dawn.
A Jeep bounced along the dirt roads on the outskirts of Beijing.
After driving through the morning mist for over an hour, the vehicle finally stopped at the entrance of a desolate land.
A crooked wooden sign was slanted into the ground, the words "Ping'an Farm" on it were so faded from the wind and sun that they were barely visible.
Lin Wan Yi got off the car, holding Gu Ning, and the cold wind made her a bit more alert.
Gu Lan, holding Gu An, followed her down. The little girl looked at the scene before them, and her excited expression froze on her face.
"Sister-in-law, this... can people actually live here?"
The sight was a hundred times more desolate than expected.
The endless fields were overgrown with waist-high weeds. When the wind blew, they rustled like a forgotten graveyard.
In the distance, a few solitary mud houses stood with cracked walls and sparse thatched roofs, as if they might collapse at any moment.
