The curtain moved lightly, and Shi Fengju bent down to exit, dressed in a treasure-blue brocade dress with a wind-swept fur pattern, wrapped in a cloak, his gaze swept over everyone and he paused slightly before smiling.
He got out of the carriage and reached inside to help Sang Wan out. Sang Wan was bundled in a flaming red fox fur, her head topped with a snow hat with wind-swept fur, revealing only half a palm-sized little face and those clear, bright eyes brimming with gentle ripples.
Shi Fengju didn't mind the crowd around him and carefully lifted Sang Wan out of the carriage.
"Fengju! Fengju!" Mrs. Wang had already come forward with the help of the crowd, grasping his arm with trembling voice: "You, you,"
"Mother!" Shi Fengju gently patted Mrs. Wang's hand: "I'm fine, Miss Wan has returned as well!"
"Good, good! As long as you're back, that's all that matters!" Hearing this 'Mother', Mrs. Wang couldn't help but feel more heartache, yet her heart relaxed a great deal.
