They only set off after the Spring Festival.
Tears welled up in Xiaoguo's eyes as she looked at the closed door of the house and the word "Fortune" that was pasted on it. She really couldn't bear to leave this place.
Zhuang Zhuang was feeling the same. He only felt better after looking at his parents and younger brothers.
"Let's go. It's not like we won't be coming back,"
Jiang Danhe said as he kissed her forehead tenderly.
They would return. This was their home. Their roots were here, and their families were here. No matter how far they drifted, they would eventually come back.
Xiaoguo nodded and hugged the babies tightly as they got into the carriage.
The carriage began to move slowly. Xiaoguo poked her head out and looked at Mrs Yang's house. The reluctance in her eyes was intensifying by the minute.
"My dear sister, I'll be back."
