A fine, gentle snow fell, carrying a slight chill as it bid farewell to those embarking on a long journey.
Those who had to leave, eventually departed. Some who were unwilling to go stood at the city gates, crying.
Song Ciwan sat in her carriage, listening to the rumbling of the wheels and the countless voices of the world's countless people.
"Little brother, you go on to the County. I'll stay here in Su Yang. Even though we're splitting the household, we're not splitting the family. This just gives us another path. I'll take care of Mom and Dad here..."
"Eldest son, you're a heartless one. If you insist on going, then go! I'm an old man. I'm staying in Su Yang. My roots are here!"
"Zhao Lang, I can't abandon my parents. I'm returning this Jade Hairpin to you. After today, we go our separate ways. I wish you all the best..."
"..."
"Sigh... let's go, let's go! If we don't get a move on, we'll be late. We won't make it to the next city before dark!"
