"Yao Yao, it's time for breakfast!"

I woke up abruptly at the sound of my mother's call.

Without bothering to put on my shoes, I hurriedly ran to the balcony and looked down at the courtyard.

Grandpa and grandma were in the yard, chatting about the New Year while drying vegetables.

My mother was holding a bowl, chasing after my two-year-old niece to feed her breakfast, all the while shouting for my younger brother and me to have breakfast.

Instinctively, I looked into the distance at the hillside, but after a while, I didn't see the burly man with a knife.

The air was fresh and sweet, without any strange, foul smell.

Has it... all passed?

Dazhuang won't massacre the village anymore.

"Yao Yao, what are you dawdling for? Come down and have breakfast!"

My mother called out again.

"Alright, coming!"

I responded, turned around and went back to my room, but couldn't help glancing back at the distant mountain hollow.

The rain had stopped, and the sky cleared, but I felt no excitement. My mood remained oppressed.

Has it truly come to an end?

They never stopped tormenting Dazhuang, and they harbored ill intentions toward his wife as well.

This time, they didn't harm the little dog, Xiaozhuang, but what about the next time?

What else can I do?

What else can I do?

I must do something!