As Lin Qingyun passed through the golden pillar of light, his feet landed on solid ground.
A familiar scent filled his nostrils—a mixture of fragrant earth and curling cooking smoke.
He stood there in a daze, gazing at the warm, peaceful little village before him.
The crooked old pagoda tree at the village entrance, the smoke drifting from the rooftops in the wind, the distant barks of dogs from across the fields…
It was all exactly as he remembered his hometown—a memory he had long since buried.
"Yun'er! What are you daydreaming about? Hurry home, it's time for dinner!"
A gentle, familiar voice called out from a nearby courtyard.
Lin Qingyun jolted, turning his head in disbelief.
At the courtyard gate stood a kind-faced, middle-aged woman in an apron, smiling and waving at him.
Beside her stood a cherubic little girl in pigtails, giggling as she called out to him:
"Brother! Hurry back! Mom made your favorite braised pork belly today!"
"Mom… Sister…"
