"I wonder how Huiying is doing now." Riding in the same carriage as his elder brother, Shu Yu parted the curtain and gazed into the distance at the mountain ahead.
Though they both were outside, their hearts were preoccupied with thoughts of their wife.
After all, the situation with their wife was truly not optimistic.
Zhi Chen gently patted Shu Yu's shoulder to offer reassurance. Although he didn't speak, he shared the same concern.
He was thinking about her, just like Shu Yu, always worrying about their wife.
Once the convoy ascended the mountain, Zhi Chen noticed a shift in the landscape; it seemed there had been a rockslide. With furrowed brows, he quickly urged the convoy to speed up.
I wonder how things are up the mountain?
On their way back, they had heard that Anyang had experienced several days of heavy rain recently. Zhi Chen was anxious, wishing he had wings to fly back—he was truly impatient to return.
