While Zhao Ya and his companions were trudging through the mountains and forests, in Wuxiang City, Zui'Er, who had just finished practicing for the day, was doing her needlework by the lamp.
She was making a pair of cloth shoes.
With meticulous stitches, she slowly sewed the shoes' upper and sole together, truly putting her heart into it.
Finally, the pair of cloth shoes was completed.
Under the lamp, Zui'Er examined them closely, and after confirming there were no issues, she carefully put them away, intending to give them to Zhao Ya when he returned.
Then, Zui'Er absentmindedly stared at the calendar hanging on the wall.
"It's been almost ten days since he left. I wonder where Ya is now; he should be almost home!" Zui'Er murmured softly.
These past few days, Zui'Er had been eagerly awaiting Zhao Ya's early return, longing to see him every day.
As she was daydreaming, a sudden knocking at the door startled her.
Zui'Er was taken aback.
Who could it be at this late hour?
