The blue-stone slab road clattered under the horses' hooves as Pi Yanlin leaned lazily in the saddle and yawned, chewing on a blade of dogtail grass between his back molars.
He gazed at the crooked wooden sign at the village entrance—the three vermilion characters for "Peach Blossom Village" had faded to a pale blur, as if someone had wiped them with a damp cloth.
"We're here," Gu Qinghuan said, her voice wrapped in frost.
Chapter 49