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Tao Meijiao said, "It's gone back to the mountain."

"Oh, it'll come back later," Xiao Yuchuan remarked in such a way.

Su Qingyue said indifferently, "It's left and won't come back."

Xiao Yuchuan was slightly stunned; then he wrapped his arm around Su Qingyue's shoulder and sighed softly, "The mountain forest is truly where Zamao belongs; it's good that it went back."

"Mhm."

"Dear, don't be sad, I'll be with you," he said.

She shook her head. "I won't be sad, only happy for Zamao." Yet the sense of loss in her heart was still so strong.

After returning home, since Zamao always took off to the mountain forest, no one else asked about it.

Early the next morning, Xiao Yuchuan went to buy clay bricks and started laying the partition wall himself.

It was now the busy season of the autumn harvest; in the fields, villagers were everywhere cutting rice stalks and threshing rice.