In the rare blue sky and white clouds of a harsh winter, Xi Fuhong wandered along the riverbank, breathing in the gentle breeze carrying the scent of steamed buns.
It had been over ten days since the incident in Miaojiang, and Xi Fuhong hadn’t stayed in the small village.
Instead, she aimlessly traveled through beautiful landscapes, using the small silver pieces given by Fang Qi Er to buy food when hungry and finding places to rest when tired, truly becoming a little beggar.
She arrived at a bun shop, her stomach growling with hunger, but she had spent all...
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