After that fleeting glimpse, the carriage curtain fell, and the young man's face could no longer be seen. The carriage receded further and further into the distance.
The Gu Family, for their part, finished hitching their mule cart and set out as well.
The number of refugees on the road was visibly greater than in the past few days, so everyone in the convoy steeled themselves and hurried onward.
At noon, Uncle Ma called for a stop to rest and eat their rations.
Gu Fei was gnawing on a steamed bun and sipping water when she saw Ms. Qian take out a coarse cornbread bun. She broke it in two, handed one half to Lian'er, and tucked the other into her robes.
Gu Fei frowned and couldn't help but speak up. "First Aunt, you're only giving Lian'er half a cornbread bun. How is that enough for her to eat? Besides, she has to walk while carrying Bao'er!"
