The moment Lu Jiang stepped out of his home, Feng Qingxue's heart felt as if it were missing half.
Empty, drifting, never able to land or find a place to rest.
"Ajiang!"
Feng Qingxue quickened her steps, exiting the front door, only to see a departing mule cart, with Wang Zhengguo and Lu Jiang riding.
Lu Jiang felt a stir in his heart, as if sensing something. He turned around abruptly to see his chasing wife. Waving at her, he shouted, "Qingxue, you go back and rest. Don't follow me. I'll come home once I get time off work!"
Feng Qingxue stopped after chasing for two steps, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Ajiang..."
As the mule cart gradually moved further away, Lu Jiang, who was still waving, soon disappeared from sight.
And so did his wife from Lu Jiang's view, as he slowly lowered his hand.