If it weren't for their companionship, there wouldn't be so much joy; without them by her side, life would be much duller. Most importantly, they were the friends she had recognized for life. No matter where she went, she would always miss them, thinking about them...
Who said that one doesn't need many friends, just one is enough? And yet, she had them with her, so she felt truly fortunate.
A meal lasted long into the night until Zhiyan returned to her room under the cold moon, with chilliness filling the room.
Early the next morning, Zhiyan left a note and, while the others were still asleep, quietly departed.
The cold wind was fierce, and the world was covered in ice and snow; everywhere one looked, it was blanketed in white.
Zhiyan rented a carriage, gave the coachman a Gold Coin, and then comfortably nestled inside, playing with the little fox.
Seven days passed in a flash, and after the coachman's tireless driving, Zhiyan finally arrived at the foot of Jincheng.
