```Pei Jingchuan took over the cart that Pei Yanqing had originally been pushing, now he alone took on the double burden, pushing two carts carrying important family members slowly forward.
His silhouette against the slanting sunlight appeared exceptionally steadfast, every step firm and strong, as if he was carrying the warmth of the entire family.
Jiang Yuzhu sat in the cart not completely relaxed, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes revealing a trace of worry.
She asked Pei Jingchuan in a soft voice, her voice tinged with an indelible concern, "Jingchuan, do you think... doing this, will people think we lack piety? After all, we are here to pray at Qingguang Temple."
Pei Jingchuan heard Jiang Yuzhu's words, paused slightly in his steps, turned his head, and looked at her with an extremely gentle and determined gaze.
The sunlight, filtered through the sparse branches, fell on his face, casting a gentle glow on his contours.