Su Mo embarked on his journey when winter snow had yet to thaw.
Now, in the blink of an eye, autumn was approaching.
Having not seen him for so long, Yang Xiaoyun felt her eyes fill with Su Mo at this sudden reunion, unwilling to divert her gaze for even a moment.
Yet she wasn't an ordinary woman; after indulging in his sight for a short while, she forcibly shifted her gaze behind Su Mo.
Startled, she exclaimed,
"Why are there so many people?"
When she left, there were only people from the Ziyang Escort Agency, but now, glancing back, there were, at the very least, a hundred people either on horseback or in carriages.
Most were faces she didn't recognize.
Without delving into who they were, she quickly pulled Su Mo over to Wei Ziyi and her company.
She greeted with a clenched fist and said, "Miss Wei, it's been a long time."
Wei Ziyi had already dismounted from her horse and, upon hearing this, giggled in response:
"Sister Yang, you have become even more beautiful."
