The woman who spoke to Shen Qing was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. She wore a simple blue cloth dress and held the hand of a seven or eight-year-old boy. Her eyes were filled with the pain of her current situation and uncertainty about the future.
Shen Qing paused for a moment, then said with a serious expression, "It will. It definitely will."
'No matter what the future holds, what she needs right now is simply hope for that future.'
The woman's eyes instantly brightened. She let out a soft sob and unconsciously moved a little closer to Shen Qing.
Mr. Zhao, who was walking beside Shen Qing while leading a horse, suddenly gave a self-deprecating smile. "I never would have thought that out of all of us, Miss Shen would be the strongest. You're just like the rest of us, separated from your family, all alone and helpless... I'm truly ashamed to call myself a man!"
