After lunch, the muddy and slippery ground had already been dried by the sun, and Qin Yao's group set off once again.
The next relay station was thirty miles away. In order to arrive before nightfall, the carriage ran at full speed, almost making Jin Dou, who had just slightly recovered, vomit.
Looking back inside the carriage, Liu Ji held up a book, reading softly as his body rose and fell with the motion of the carriage, and Qin Yao sat motionless on the shaft, like a mountain. Jin Dou wondered if he was too frail, causing him to imagine the carriage's excessive bumpiness.
He looked at the blazing sun outside the window. Who could have thought that in this weather, there would be heavy rain at night, lasting several days?
Jin Dou covered his mouth, resisting the churning in his stomach, already worried about the rest of the journey.
Departing daily after noon, to reach the next station before nightfall, the schedule was indeed a bit tight.
