Ye Yunfeng turned and swung himself onto his horse.
Ye Chutang looked at the approaching Feng Zhang.
"I'll have to trouble Mr. Feng to look after him from now on."
Feng Zhang was filled with emotion.
This young woman appeared beautiful and gentle, yet her spirit was exceptionally resilient.
'Anyone else would have been unable to bear sending their thirteen-year-old brother away.'
'Then again, she herself had weathered countless storms at such a young age.'
'How could a young man truly mature without being tempered by hardship?'
He cupped his fist in farewell to Ye Chutang and the others, then pulled on the reins and gave a sharp shout.
"Giddy-up!"
The sound of hooves rose as his figure gradually receded into the distance.
Xiao Wu's tears immediately welled up. She turned and threw herself into Ye Chutang's arms, her small body wracked with sobs.
Ye Chutang soon felt a warm, wet patch spreading on her shoulder.
She gently patted Xiao Wu's back.
