Across the endless wilderness, dusk descended, casting indistinct shadows of old trees and withered vines under the setting sun.
A winding path seemed to appear and disappear within the wilds.
An old donkey cart creaked along slowly.
The wooden wheels rolled over gravel, producing a "creak creak" sound.
Driving the cart was a graceful woman. Days of travel had left her skin somewhat darkened, but despite her simple clothes, she exuded an elegant air.
The remnants of wind howled across the wild forest, rustling the old fabric canopy of the cart with a flapping sound.
Inside the crude carriage, a man lay.
The man's appearance was ordinary, almost aged, carrying an air of sickness that if put in a crowd, he'd only be a run-of-the-mill Lu Renjia.
Yet he was well-kept, with stubble on his face showing signs of regular grooming.
"Wife, are you tired? If you are, come rest in my arms."
Lu Renjia called out.
