The journey ahead was uncertain; whether it would be a separation by life or by death, one should go forth with generosity of spirit.
Mingshu saw in the eyes of this seemingly ordinary woman a sort of solitary courage and fearlessness.
In that moment, she felt as if she had faintly touched a barrier named "love".
It was a very peculiar feeling.
She watched the mother and child walk away, but her heart felt uneasy, as though it was weighed down by a heavy stone.
Mingshu genuinely wished in her heart that the woman's journey would be smooth, and perhaps she was right, her husband hadn't died and was waiting for her.
Their family reunite successfully—that would be the perfect ending.
The night wind messed up her hair, and Mingshu gathered her clothes, suddenly feeling a touch of chill. Just as she thought about going back inside the cabin, something caught her eye from the corner of her vision—a fleeting figure.
Mingshu frowned. Was there someone there just now?
