The night grew deeper and deeper.
An Youyou was tired from crying.
She thought Lin Zichan must have abandoned them.
"Youyou," called An Ning.
"Hmm," replied An Youyou with a heavy nasal tone.
"Let's get off the carriage now; it looks like it's going to rain."
"But Guard Lin..."
"No need to wait," An Ning's tone was unusually calm.
She just, very serenely, accepted the fact that Lin Zichan had left.
He had been gone for an hour.
He had left long ago.
An Youyou felt a bit upset, but still obediently nodded.
Then, she came out of An Ning's embrace and got off the carriage together.
Below the carriage, it was pitch dark.
They couldn't see anything around them.
Outside the carriage, the wind was strong.
The night was cooling down, bone-chilling cold.
An Youyou couldn't help it and sneezed.
Her body shivered from the cold.
An Ning hurriedly took off her outer garment and wrapped it around An Youyou. "Put this on first."
"Mother, aren't you cold?"
