Xiaoqing stared at the broad intersection.
Sadness grew in Xiaoqing's eyes as the days passed.
"Brother Fei and his fellows are doing this for us, the people of Nanzhou. If Clan Xia is gone, we will suffer more. If Brother Fei can't come back, you have to hold on. At the very least, we can go back to live in Nanzhou."
"Okay," Xiaoqing said with teary eyes.
Her cloudy eyes made the road before her look blurry.
It was only when a drop of tear fell from her eyes that the road became clear again.
She could see horse-drawn carts in the distance.
Xiaoqing hurriedly wiped away her tears. Replacing her sadness was a look of anticipation as she looked at the horses and carts with a smile.
But as the carts approached her, the smile slowly faded away from Xiaoqing's face.
She was disappointed.
