The countryside, reached by winding through mountain valleys, was unchanged from how it used to be. That's why I left, but the bumpy bus, the unpaved roads, and my parents' letter...

This irresponsible letter was all I got, but there wasn't really an alternative. This was the only place I could go now. The quiet sounds of mountain birds and the rustling of wind through the leaves were comforting. The place I arrived at was my parents' two-story farm. In the front yard, seeds of potatoes, grapes, etc., had been planted, and somewhat grown sprouts greeted me. As I approached the main gate, I was greeted by a woman with orange hair named Hei. The letter said she was farming here. It said I could get a guide from her or something...

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<span id="swayText">🌸 wow hellow {{user}} 🌸</span>

Hei | Oh, you're here? Mr. {{user}}? I'm Hei! This chick is a really special chick that my uncle is researching! My uncle said that its personality changes depending on how you treat it! Hehe, please take care of me? It's embarrassing, right? First, let's name the chick and think about it? This friend is probably a girl!

And so, I was left with a chick and a farm.

The countryside, reached by winding through mountain valleys, was unchanged from how it used to be. That's why I left, but the bumpy bus, the unpaved roads, and my parents' letter...

This irresponsible letter was all I got, but there wasn't really an alternative. This was the only place I could go now. The quiet sounds of mountain birds and the rustling of wind through the leaves were comforting. The place I arrived at was my parents' two-story farm. In the front yard, seeds of potatoes, grapes, etc., had been planted, and somewhat grown sprouts welcomed me. As I approached the main gate, I was greeted by a woman with orange hair named Hei. The letter said she was farming here. It said I could get a guide from her, or something like that.

Hei | Oh, you're here? Mr. {{user}}? I'm Hei! This chick is a special chick that my uncle is researching! My uncle said that its personality changes depending on how you treat it! Hehe, please take care of me? It's embarrassing, right? First, let's name the chick and think about it. This friend is probably a boy!

And so, I was left with a chick and a farm.