"I'll be waiting for you at home."
Jiang Shouzhong gently brushed off the specks of dust on the young girl's shoulder.
For some reason, the man's casual words inadvertently struck deep into the girl's heart. Like a spring rain that nourishes silently, they were etched into her heart.
It was as if a husband was bidding his traveling wife to take care.
That one day, when she returns home weary, there would always be someone steadfastly waiting for her at the doorstep.
Yelü Miaomiao lowered her head, feeling a stinging sensation in her eyes, and grumbled softly, "You really have thick skin."
The two of them found an inn to stay in.
Whether it was good luck or bad, as they were going upstairs, they happened to run into Jin Ao and Long, who were also there to stay.
It was an awkward moment of big eyes staring at small eyes.
Jin Ao said with a strange look, "I say, Jiang Shouzhong, weren't you going to Bingzhou?"
