The April sky was warm and pleasant, high and clear.
Driving out from the north gate, the road was shaded by green trees on both sides, their new leaves rustling in the wind.
Ye Chutang lowered the curtain and looked at Xiao Wu in her arms. Seeing that the little girl had finally fallen asleep, she felt a sense of relief.
Ever since that accident years ago, Xiao Wu had been terrified of carriages. Every time she was in one, she would become extremely nervous.
But she had always been a sensible child. Even when terrified, she did her best to overcome it, trying not to hold them back.
Ye Chutang held her and coaxed her for a while until she finally drifted off to sleep. Half of her small face was buried in Ye Chutang's embrace, and one chubby little hand was still unconsciously clutching Ye Chutang's clothes, as if afraid of being separated from her even in her dreams.
Ye Jingyan took one last look at the receding city gates and murmured, "So we're just leaving like this..."
