Leaving Home?

Bing Qing left the dilapidated temple and continued to search for firewood outside.

In the darkness, a pair of eyes watched everything with a cold smile.

Five days passed like this.

Every day, they would enter the city to earn some silver.

Then they would return to the temple at night.

No one questioned what they were actually there for.

They just repeated the same routine day after day.

During the day, Bing Qing would pass by the stall and steal a glance at the hairpin.

She had to follow Xiao Li every day. Xiao Li was too young and could easily get lost.

At night, she would gather firewood. Every time, she wanted to be included in the conversation with the others, but they always went quiet when she entered the temple.

Xiao Li would always look up at the sky guiltily as if she was afraid that she would be discovered.