Ye Huang gently stretched out his hand and held her tight.
He knew the storm of the "show" was still in her heart and had not completely passed. He had to think of a way to help her move out of the shadows sooner.
The journey was somewhat bumpy, and Bai Xiao was truly exhausted. She closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.
The night was very quiet, amplifying the sound of the car as it roared along the highway.
...
Upon returning home, it was already past 5 in the early morning. Lady Ye had already risen to chant scriptures, with Little Sweetheart crouching by her side, accompanying her.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, the barely audible sound of Buddhist sutras like an ancient, reverberating melody.
Chanting sutras and meditating for her deceased son and daughter-in-law, and for Ye Li, whose life and death were uncertain, and even more for the burdened Ye Huang who shouldered heavy responsibilities.
