"My home."
Yi Lin's pupils experienced a small-scale earthquake.
When he released his thorough perception to explore this island, he hadn't noticed this place.
A ruin, he instinctively overlooked it.
The once ten floating islands had long since collapsed, the terrain greatly changed. What he never expected was that the small house he had meticulously built, bit by bit, plant by plant, would still be so well-preserved after nearly eight hundred years of sun and rain, wind and storm.
Yes, well-preserved.
A mere wooden house standing for eight hundred years without falling, even if it only left four bare pillars, could already be called a "miracle."
What's more, the outline of the house remained.
"Junior Sister, you..."
Xia Ruxue smiled lightly, "Go in and have a look, Senior Brother."
Yi Lin took a deep breath.
With a blink of his eyes, he already knew what was inside the barbed wire, apart from the old house.
A few minutes later.
