The next day.
Dawn light delicate, the sun's edge peeping out.
Once the appointed time arrived, the tightly shut gates of Xi'an City slowly opened. A well-trained city guard unit emerged from within.
Xie Jiujiu and her family had come early to queue up, with a drag-along Song Baobao following behind them.
Song Baobao was now dressed in Mo Lan's clothes and shoes, her hair redone. Because they had come so early to queue up, the tips of her hair were dampened by dew.
Initially, Song Baobao silently grumbled to herself that the Xie family was making too much of a fuss, having never seen the world.
It's just entering the city, and they're making such a big deal out of it.
When she arrived and saw the long lines of people queuing up, Song Baobao felt embarrassed—it turned out she was the one who had never seen the world.
They waited in line for an hour.
Finally, it was Xie Jiujiu's turn.
