"So are we almost there?"
"Almost, we'll be there soon."
"How soon is soon?"
"In any case, it's soon."
In the group of refugees, Yang Xuan was patiently answering the children's questions. He could feel that these children were very tired from the journey, as even he himself was exhausted.
Since leaving Ji'nan, they had traversed various provinces. These refugees had traveled more than a thousand miles... Although they had stopped to rest and set up temporary camps, the lingering fatigue still weighed on them.
Ultimately, these refugees understood that whether it was a temporary camp or a city where they paused, those places were not truly theirs. They were only stopping temporarily.
Those places were not their home; not somewhere they could truly settle in peace.
