Daqi, the eighteenth year of Tianshun, Quanzhou Port Terminal.
Jinghan, accompanied by her nine-year-old daughter Qingning, stood on the dock, watching several large ships entering the harbor.
"Mother, is Sister Qinghe really coming back this time?" asked the nine-year-old Xiao Qingning, who looked a lot like Jinghan when she was young, her large eyes brimming with boundless anticipation.
Jinghan looked at her daughter and couldn't help but laugh, "Yes, this time, Sister Qinghe is indeed coming back." Jinghan couldn't help feeling nostalgic; Qinghe had been traveling for four years now, and she wondered what she looked like at present.
