More than a dozen days later, Yue Jiawu led the crowd to a depression in the western region of Huolingyu.

In the evening, when the sun sets and the evening breeze is gentle, the wind and dust seldom rest for a day, people drink and talk by the campfire.

By the campfire, Yue Jiawu held her little daughter, and Lori's pink face stared at Danxuan's closed carriage. For some reason, this little Lori seemed to like Danxuan very much. She ran to the carriage to tell her stories when she had nothing to do. Danxuan ignored her most of the time and let her watch quietly beside her. Tell her...