On the stone bridge, Yang Chan's smile disappeared as she muttered to herself, "My senior brother seems to know my plan."
Looking up and gazing distantly at the river surface, she was somewhat entranced. The thought in her mind kept surfacing, but could she really take that path? Could this truly save my mother?
Suddenly, a gust of Qingfeng came sweeping across, bringing with it a flurry of snowflakes that struck Yang Chan's face. Her mind cleared in an instant, and she fell into a state of utter serenity. Everything in Heaven and Earth disappeared, leaving only the silhouette of a woman in her mind expanding continuously, filling her own world.
"Mother~ Mother~" A sorrowful cry echoed through the streets, instantly awakening Yang Chan, who turned her head to look.
Down the street in the distance, three or four government officials were pressing an unkempt woman forward, who staggered as she walked, shackled and with iron cangue.
