A remote mountain village of 800 or 100 people.

From the head of the village to the end of the village, there are dozens of houses.

As Li Nan took Yue Zitong's hand and entered the village, the kerosene lamps of every household turned on.

The light drove away the cold in winter nights.

Yue Zitong, who has regained her spirit, can't remember the feeling of motherhood when facing the old village head just now, but felt infinite warmth just for the way that 800 villagers greeted her.

This means that everyone knows her arrival and accepts her.

Just like accepting Li Nan in those days.

It's only a hundred...