The flower market was booming, but Zhuang Zhixi and his group were already on their way back.
This trip had been a huge shock to them, something the people back in Beijing couldn't possibly know. Ming Mei counted the days, anxiously waiting for her family to return. She was constantly worried, even though she hadn't had any nightmares—usually a sign that everything was fine. But she knew she couldn't rely solely on dreams.
After all, this was a long journey, and all three travelers were her loved ones.
Zhao Guihua tried to comfort her: "Don't worry. Your father is used to long trips, and Zhuang Zhixi is smart. Together, they'll be fine."
Ming Mei: "I know, but I can't help feeling a little anxious."
Zhao Guihua: "If you're so worried, why not distract yourself with something else? I think you're just under too much pressure."
