After seeing Xia Fang disappear into the horizon, Yang Qing let out a silent sigh as a huge burden lifted off him, even though he still carried the weight of other boulders. As someone long accustomed to taking the small wins however they came, he felt cheerful, or at least hopefully cheerful with a healthy dash of worry.
He still wasn't sure how things would play out for Xia Fang. All he could do was hope life turned out well for her, or at the very least, that the worst-case scenarios he feared never came to pass. Hopefully, the items he gave her would help with that. If he were to count present wins, she had handled the news much better than he expected. If there was one thing to celebrate, it would be that.
Sighing once more, Yang Qing sent another silent well-wish toward her before turning to face yet another of the boulders he still carried.
