Adam's ears twitched, and he wiped his tears away when he heard the sound of a door creaking behind him.
The hut that he used to call home in the past still remained. It had been thatched, and the walls had been mended properly. However, its inhabitants had changed.
Adam didn't need to turn around to see who these people were and how many of them were there. He had already sensed their presence when he had arrived here.
Moreover, when he saw that his parents' graves had been well-maintained, he knew that it was the work of the people who currently lived in the hut.
A middle-aged man with a receding hairline stepped out of the hut. He wore modest clothes, and so did his family. His wife and his two kids, a boy and a girl, stood behind him, gazing at Adam and Valerian with curiosity and fear.
"Do you clean the graves regularly?" Adam's flat voice drifted into the ears of the middle-aged man.
