Madam Xia lifted her skirt and got into the carriage.
Only after entering the carriage did his tensed shoulders relax slightly.
She sat in front of the window in a daze.
Seeing that Jiang yubai had returned, Madam Xia's expression didn't look too good. Jiang Huai 'an and his sister didn't say anything. There were some things that mother had to figure out on her own.
Moreover, his mother was getting better by the day, so Jiang Huai 'an wasn't worried at all that his mother would take things too hard.
It was the 15th day of the 11th month, and the temple of salvation was burning with incense.
The Xia family had escaped from their daughter's death several times, and they believed in the Savior.
On the 15th day of the new year, he would wake up an hour early to go to the World-saving Hall to burn an incense.
At this moment, she was burning incense outside, and Jiang huailu sneakily walked to the back hall with a bag of dried fish.
