Xia Qiluo looked at Liu Sanniang and said, "Let's go. The last one is hiding 180 miles to the south."
Xia Qiluo shivered. Every inch of her skin was in pain, as if it was burning. She also seemed to smell the stench of decay.
The sins, the thick sins, came back to her.
It was a lie on the top of another. The sins that they said they had gotten rid of were still there.
The pain that was once unbearable was actually endured by Xia Qiluo. What was more, she did not cry or shout.
Xia Qiluo leaned against the carriage, closed her eyes, and hugged her body tightly, trembling slightly.
Liu Sanniang reached out and grabbed Xia Qiluo's hand. She chanted the scriptures softly. The gentle voice sounded like it came from the heavens. Xia Qiluo smiled.
For her entire life, she did not know what having friends felt like.
Before leaving the Xia Dynasty, she was a princess. The people around her were either flattering or polite to her.
