The figure in green was a young girl. She threw herself in front of Xia Wenjin, her voice choked with sobs: "Miss, you're finally back."
Xia Wenjin gently patted the young girl's shoulder and smiled: "Yes, I'm back. Qiu Ye, are you well?"
Her heart softened, and once again, the scene of Qiu Ye dying because of her before her own death by poison in her previous life replayed in her mind. In this life, she wouldn't let this young girl meet such a tragic fate.
Qiu Ye's eyes were brimming with tears. She still remembered the look in the young lady's eyes when she secretly ran down the mountain. They were filled with tears, sorrow, and overwhelming grief, emotions that had truly frightened her.
She had covered for the young lady, and it wasn't until the next afternoon that the Village Chief realized the young lady had snuck down the mountain. By then, she was already far away.
