Nanzhi's mother, who had been unable to sleep out of worry, suddenly froze at the sight of Little Yuanbao looking so harrowed. Hearing Little Yuanbao had run out herself only worsened her heartache.
This child, how could she have traveled on her own all this way to Yan City?
Could something have gone wrong in the fort?
She wasn't alone in her speculation. Nanzhi and Chen Qiulan too wondered the same.
"Little Yuanbao, why did you come to Yan City? Does your father know?" Nanzhi asked gently, worry filling her eyes.
She was afraid.
She feared that something had gone wrong with Little Yuanbao or Qing Feng Fort and that more problems could emerge.
The course of this world had become more and more unpredictable; her foreknowledge as a "reader" had long been depleted.
"I, I..." Little Yuanbao hesitated a bit, but when she saw the light in Nanzhi's eyes, she chose to tell the truth.