"Qingsheng, have you packed up all your belonging?"
"Yes, Papa!" Huang Qingsheng replied, and he put the box full of his clothes in the wagon full of their belonging. He jumped to the passenger carriage with his father, and the front carriage started moving, tailed by few wagons behind.
Huang Qingsheng stared at the courtyard that he would leave soon, alongside the cherry blossom tree where his mom resided. He was already ten years old, and growing up without a mother figure made him grew a lot more sensible for his single dad.
He could barely remember his mom, Bai Yunyu's face because he lost his ability to see spirits as he grew older. But he could still sense his mom's cold but gentle caress on his cheek or patting his head sometimes.
'Mama, I will leave to the Capital now. I'll visit when I have time and burn incense for you. Please pray for my safety."
[Of course, I'll pray for you ah, my son!]
