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Outside the capital, a group of people stood quietly on an unnamed hill in the suburbs.

This small hill is located at the back of the east side of Dirty Street. It holds many memories, especially for Chen Zijin, as it was a place where she often gathered herbs.

On this day, everything in the mountains seemed ordinary, but in those easily overlooked corners, there stood two inconspicuous little mounds.

Beside this small mound, a little girl was clinging tightly to a wooden tombstone in a heartbreaking manner.

Her shoulders trembled incessantly like withered leaves in the wind, and the sobs emanating from the depths of her throat were like a dull knife, cutting into the hearts of those around her. Anyone who heard it could not help but be moved and filled with sorrow.

Zeng Jitian was the same; his knuckles turned white from the force of his fists, his eyes were already red, and tears welled up in his eyes but stubbornly refused to fall.

But his bloodshot eyes had already revealed the pain in his heart.

Seeing this, Xiao Ran took a few steps forward and came to the little girl's side.

She slowly reached out and gently patted Xiaolan's shoulder with endless tenderness, her voice low and deep: "Xiaolan, if Hanxiang were alive, how sad she would be to see you like this."

Xiao Lan turned around and threw herself into Xiao Ran's arms, bursting into tears.

"I have no family left..."

Pei Yun stood quietly to the side. After hearing Xiao Lan's words, his expression became even more solemn. He slowly took a few steps forward, each step seemingly carrying a tremendous weight.

“Miss Xiao,” Pei Yun’s voice was low and hoarse, “If Xiao Lan really has nowhere to go, I know some people on West Street. They are kind-hearted and I can ask them to take care of Xiao Lan so that she can have a place to settle down and make a living.”

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ran simply shook her head slightly. Her gaze passed over Pei Yun and landed on Zeng Jitian, who was not far away. Her gaze seemed to hold both a question and a weighing of options.

"Xiao Lan," Xiao Ran knelt down, looking tenderly at Xiao Lan who was still sobbing in her arms, and asked softly, "Would you like to go back to Brother Zeng's hometown with him?"

Xiao Lan slightly lifted her head from Xiao Ran's embrace, revealing her red and swollen eyes, and timidly glanced at Zeng Jitian. Just that one glance seemed to frighten her greatly, and she began to shake her head violently, muttering something under her breath.

Seeing this, Xiao Ran sighed helplessly, "Fine, since you're unwilling, we won't force you." With that, she gently took Xiao Lan's hand, slowly stood up, and led Xiao Lan to Chen Zijin beside her.

Chen Zijin was a gentle person, like the warm spring sun. She smiled and stretched out her arms to Xiaolan, gently taking Xiaolan in.

She didn't ask any more questions, but simply held Xiaolan tightly in her arms and comforted her gently, like an older sister.

Xiao Ran walked up to Zeng Jitian, handed him the heavy purse in her hand, and said with a firm look in her eyes, "Brother Zeng, go in peace. I will take good care of Xiao Lan."

Zeng Jitian, who had been keeping his head down, knelt down immediately after hearing Xiao Ran's words.

With tears in his eyes, Zeng Jitian said, "I am but a commoner, and to have received Miss Xiao's care is truly my greatest fortune." He then turned and kowtowed before the two earthen mounds, crying out in sorrow:

"Mother, Hanxiang, I'm so sorry..."