Lady Zhou's wail echoed, and the group with Old Master Lian and Lady Zhou all began to cry, some voices coarse, some fine, some loud, some soft, yet all filled with emotion.
Indeed, everyone has returned. Lian Manman cast a glance over the crowd. Lian Shouren, Lian Shouyi, Lian Jizu, Lady Gu, Lady He... they all returned, except by Erlang's side, Zhao Xiue was missing, and Lady He held a little girl wrapped in a blanket.
Looking at this group, none were spared: all grey-faced and dirt-covered, donned in single garments, unwashed for who knows how many days, their original color indistinguishable. Those once neat—Lady Gu and Lady Chiang—now appeared the most disheveled. Lady Gu's face was sallow; Lady Chiang's pale, not a trace of color on her lips.
Suddenly, feeling a gaze like a knife upon her, Lian Manman swiftly glanced over.
Lian Duoduo stood beside Lady Gu, barely time to move her gaze before it met Lian Manman's directly.
