December sixteenth.
On this day, Yunzhou finally saw snow.
The cold wind howled, and large snowflakes fluttered down gracefully, painting the world white.
Alongside the Hongze River.
More than forty thousand people, dragging their families and belongings, supporting the old and carrying the young, wept as they went. Cries filled both banks of the river.
"Hurry, hurry up!"
Onboard a small boat, Sun Li rowed forcefully, not daring to stop for a moment, even though each movement pulled at her wounds, causing intense pain: "Sister Lan, don't worry. Once we reach the shore, there is still the guard force. I'll try to see whether I can persuade them to send reinforcements."
In fact, she knew it was only psychological comfort.
