Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

Finally, one early morning, the sun filtered through the gauze-like mist and softly shone on the streets of the town.

This place, once shrouded in the haze of plague, has now returned to life.

Those who once struggled in pain have now recovered, and they bid farewell to Zhao Zhizhi and Li Yun with tears of gratitude.

Zhao Zhizhi stood at the exit of the town, with a warm smile on her face.

Her eyes were full of care and blessings for everyone, as if she wanted to convey all the warmth and strength to them. Her smile is like the spring sunshine, dispelling the fear and haze in people's hearts.

"Thank you, Doctor Zhao, Mr. Li." A middle-aged man came forward, his eyes filled with tears, "Without you, we may never see this beautiful morning again."

Zhao Zhizhi patted his arm gently, "Don't say that. As long as everyone works together, we will be able to get through this difficulty. You should live well now and cherish every tomorrow."

The man nodded movedly, turned and left, heading towards a new day.

Other recovered people also left one after another, with happy smiles on their faces, which represented hope for the future and love for life.

Li Yunfei drove a carriage and stopped beside Zhao Zhizhi.

His eyes were firm and deep, and looking at these healthy people, his heart was filled with relief.

"Let's go," he said softly.

Zhao Zhizhi nodded, she got on the carriage and sat in the carriage.

The carriage drove slowly away from the town and along the winding road.

As the carriage drove away, the outline of the town gradually disappeared into the morning mist. The stories of Zhao Zhizhi and Li Yunfei also gradually faded out of people's sight with their departure. But their spirit and courage will remain here forever and become the eternal legend of this town.

The carriage traveled through the mountain paths, and the trees on both sides gently swayed their branches and leaves, as if bidding them farewell.

The morning breeze blew over the cheeks, bringing with it a hint of coolness, but it also made people feel fresh and free. Zhao Zhizhi leaned against the car wall, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the tranquility and beauty.

"What do you think will happen to their future lives?" she asked softly.

Li Yunfei looked ahead, and the carriage moved forward slowly on the bumpy road. "They will slowly come out of the shadow of the plague and start their lives again. Although it is difficult, they have to face it by themselves."

Zhao Zhizhi nodded, "You are right. They have experienced life and death, and they cherish every present more. And we must also cherish every experience and people we meet along the way."

The carriage drove out of the forest, and a vast wilderness appeared in front of them.

The distant sky reflects the brilliant colors of the morning glow, like a huge canvas, showing endless possibilities and hopes.

As time passed, the setting sun shone on the stone road, stretching their shadows very long. The wind blows across the cheeks, carrying a faint fragrance of peach blossoms, which seems to be telling the hope and vitality of life.

In the cold night, the carriage Zhao Zhizhi and Li Yunfei were riding in slowly stopped.

The sound of wheels rolling across the ground echoed in the silent air, swallowed bit by bit by the icy north wind.

They chose to stop by a bonfire on the roadside. The firelight danced in the dark night, casting two lonely figures.

Zhao Zhizhi jumped out of the car first. She tightened her collar, and the cold wind penetrated her bones like fine needles.

She saw Li Yunfei sitting silently by the campfire, his hands clasped in front of his chest, trembling slightly.

His eyes were deep, as if they were hiding endless stories, but they were sealed deep in his heart.

Zhao Zhizhi sighed softly. She knew that in such a cold night, words seemed feeble.

She knelt down and put her hand close to the bonfire, feeling the faint warmth. The firelight danced on her face, reflecting deep exhaustion.

Li Yunfei looked up at her and moved the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

He silently took out some dry food and an iron pot from his luggage and started cooking on the fire.

It was a steaming soup with a hint of home. Surrounded by desolate wilderness, dead trees swayed in the cold wind, making creaking sounds, as if telling the loneliness of the cold night.

The two sat silently around the campfire, letting the warmth invade their bodies little by little.

The aroma of soup fills the air, intertwined with the smell of campfire smoke, evoking a touch of nostalgia.

As the aroma of the soup became stronger and stronger, Zhao Zhizhi and Li Yunfei's faces became more alive. They exchanged a look with each other, which was a sign of tacit understanding and understanding during the journey.

In this desolate place, there was no bustle of the village, just the two of them and a warm firelight.

The soup was finally ready, and the two of them enjoyed the simple hot food in silence. On this cold winter day, nothing is more precious.

Suddenly, a sharp cry broke the silence. Zhao Zhizhi and Li Yunfei looked at each other, each seeing surprise and vigilance in each other's eyes.

They walked cautiously towards the direction of the sound and found that the sound came from a little girl. She was huddled behind a boulder, dirty and looking very pitiful.

"Whose child are you?" Zhao Zhizhi asked gently.

The little girl looked up at them, her eyes filled with caution and fear. She didn't answer, she just cried harder.

"Woooooooo..."

"Don't be afraid, tell us where your home is and we will take you back." Li Yunfei tried to calm the little girl's emotions.

The little girl finally plucked up the courage to speak: "I, my name is Xia Pan'er..."

Although her voice was weak, it was full of determination.

Zhao Zhizhi and Li Yunfei quickly took her back to the carriage to let her warm up.

The bonfire beside the carriage crackled, and the firelight shone on Xia Paner's pale face, making her look a little more alive.

Zhao Zhizhi and Li Yunfei warmed themselves by the fire while asking about Xia Pan'er's situation with concern.

"Pan'er, why are you here alone? Where is your family?" Zhao Zhizhi's tone was full of worry.

Xia Paner told them intermittently that her name was Xia Paner and she originally lived in this village with her parents.

But one day, a group of strangers broke into her home and killed her parents and other relatives. She became a helpless orphan.

After listening to Xia Paner's narration, Zhao Zhizhi and Li Yunfei couldn't help feeling worried.

Zhao Zhizhi hugged Xia Paner tightly, trying to give her some comfort.

"Pan'er, don't worry, we will help you." Zhao Zhizhi said softly.

Li Yunfei also comforted: "Yes, we will help you find the murderer and make them pay the price."

A hint of gratitude flashed in Xia Pan'er's eyes, and she nodded gently.

The next day, Zhao Zhizhi and Li Yunfei decided to go to Xia Paner's house to check the situation. They asked Xia Paner to stay in the carriage and promised to come back to pick her up as soon as possible.