The sixth day of the first lunar month.
An Jing stood in the yard of her home, gazing at the few rooms that were now tightly shuttered, feeling inevitably melancholic about their imminent departure from this home.
All the belongings they intended to take with them had already been loaded onto the carriage outside, and her four children had also been settled into the carriage, but she couldn't help standing in the yard, looking at the place where she and her husband had lived together for so long.
"Jing Er."
Xiao Changyi, seeing An Jing had not yet emerged, entered the courtyard to find her. Hearing Xiao Changyi's voice, An Jing turned her head and smiled at him.
Not until Xiao Changyi arrived by her side did she ask with a smile, "Husband, we will come back, won't we?"
"Mm, we will," they both had agreed, to return here to enjoy their twilight years.
An Jing turned her head back to look at the rooms again.
Xiao Changyi followed her gaze.
