Feng Qingxue was not distrustful, but she couldn't believe, couldn't believe that the news came so quickly, so suddenly. It was such a surprise she sought confirmation from Wu Zheng, only to receive the exact same answer.
So, on her way back, she was particularly careful.
She didn't ride her bicycle, worried about the bumpy ride, instead she walked, pushing it along. Halfway home, she remembered to fill the bamboo basket hung on the back seat with various items taken from her space and then put the lid on.
Feng Qingxue returned to the Wanglou Brigade later than expected. Lu Jiang was so anxious, his neck stretched out at the crossroads.
Someone noticed this and couldn't resist teasing, "Lu Jiang, are you waiting for your wife?"
