Five days later, Qiao Xiaomai finally stepped ashore.
After drifting at sea for more than a month, she couldn't help but hop a little when she stood on solid ground. The feeling of firm footing was much better; the swaying sensation on the sea was terrifying.
After disembarking, a carriage was waiting. Bei Yun escorted her into the carriage.
The climate in the south was warm. As she traveled southward, she kept shedding her winter clothes and now wore just thin autumn garments.
Of course, the climate played a role in this. It was already February, and spring was about to begin. She had been on the road for almost two months.
Not seeing Tong Sanlang for two months, especially when all she could think about before parting was how to reconcile, the longing hit her like a plague, instantly overwhelming her. She curled up in the corner, listless and blank-eyed.
Bei Yun noticed her state and thought she was feeling unwell due to acclimatization, so he asked, "Are you sick?"
