Descending the Snow Mountain, Zhang Haike walked beside Qingye, talking about the house he had built with his own hands, the small courtyard fenced with raw logs, and the chickens he raised.
His tone was calm and gentle as he recounted how fulfilling his past decade had been. Suddenly, a shrill bird cry rang out overhead. Zhang Haike looked up.
Watching a sleek eagle circle overhead for a moment before descending toward a distant village, Zhang Haike frowned. Meanwhile, Zhang Qiling tugged at the edge of Qingye's heavy cloak.
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