Bai Ming left the Fu residence without looking back.
The basket hanging from her arm swayed gently with each step, giving passersby the impression that she was simply heading to the market to finish yesterday's shopping. Only she knew that every step was carrying her toward a place she had never imagined she would willingly visit again.
Fortunately, she did not have to walk far.
After arriving in the Barren Lands, Li Mianmian had used her money to purchase a modest courtyard for their family. It was neither large nor particularly impressive, but compared to the temporary shelters most refugees had received, it was a comfortable place to live.
Before long, Bai Ming arrived outside the gate. She stood there for a brief moment, motionless.
This was the first time she had ever come here.
