She didn't expect the rural journey to be quite so far.
The fishing village at the edge of Qingcheng requires a long-distance train followed by a ferry to reach.
Although she could fly, if she bought a plane ticket, likely a swarm of people would know her whereabouts the next moment.
So she chose to travel discreetly and humbly on the most traditional and slowest mode of transportation.
Along the way, she sipped locally sun-dried green tea and occasionally ate a couple of dried figs.
By the time she finished an entire bag of dried figs, the fishing village finally arrived.
Xiangxiang excitedly waved at the village entrance: "Little Miss, you're back, boohoo... I thought you'd want to spend the New Year at the old house with Young Master Jue."
A convenient older brother?
Qin Xin raised her eyebrow: "He doesn't seem to need my company."
That certain brother who doesn't show up for months at a time, she often forgets about him.
