The waters of Bei River flow unceasingly.
They had finally started their journey home.
Fengyu isolated everyone, thankfully they brought medicine with them. They would be sailing for several days, and by the time they reached Jiaozhou, if someone had contracted the disease, symptoms would have manifested.
Xie Xun sat at the rear of the boat, gazing at the fading silhouette of Yangzhou City. Snowflakes drifted like cotton on Bei River, carried by the biting winter winds. Fengyu, wrapped in a fox-fur cloak, sat beside him, accompanying him as he stared at the receding Yangzhou.
"What are you thinking about?"
