They found the owner of the Namu Mongolian yurt, borrowed two horses and a flashlight, and Ye Wan climbed onto the horse.
The horse neighed loudly and trotted away.
"Ah..."
A sharp cry rang from behind, and Ye Wan pulled on the reins, just in time to see Yi Yi sprinting out of the yurt.
In the dim light, the little girl had an anxious look on her face, as if to say: Auntie, I want to go too.
Ye Wan smiled and extended her hand, "Come on!"
Yi Yi ran over with delight.
The three-year-old girl, standing before the tall horse, was not even as high as the horse's belly.
Ye Wan leaned down, scooped Yi Yi into her arms, flicked the reins, and the horse neighed, lifting its hooves as it dashed away.
She glanced back at the sun about to dip below the horizon.
Then looked up at the rising evening star overhead.
In her mind was the map Tan Shuanghua and Wen Duoyu had drawn out after bypassing the creek, heading towards their destination.
