"Nannan..." Shen Wenchen sighed, holding his wife in his arms.
"Believe in me, as long as I'm here, nothing will happen to us."
"Hmm."
Nanzhi responded quietly, shedding a tear in the process.
"You should return to the room and rest, you've worked hard these past two days."
"I'm fine."
Just for this day, about six hundred households, including men, women, and children, totaling nearly three thousand people, left Yan City.
The snow at the city gate was trampled flat, leaving only dark footprints leading towards the mountains.
The impressions of wheels and footprints overlaid, leaving only a deep ink mark in the white snow.
On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, heavy snow began to fall.
Flakes of snow fell hurriedly, as if trying to cover up something.
On the 30th of the twelfth lunar month.
It wasn't until the end of the two-hour period that the grey sky brightened slightly.