After passing Luoyang, the Central Capital Chang'an of the Western Jin isn't far. Beyond thirty miles is Jiazhou, and from Jiazhou heading forward is Tongguan. Further than that, Yin Tingxue couldn't recall. Raising her head to look at the endless rain and snow, a one-armed woman walked out from the vast whiteness. The young maiden jumped down from the cart and ran over to embrace her. The woman didn't push her away, only frowned slightly. Her expression was obscured beneath the green gauze hat as the maiden snuggled her face against the woman's silk-clad belly. It was all a display of intimacy. To outsiders, it seemed like sisterly or maternal affection—the youthful homesick maiden was so endearing.
