Chapter 71: Chapter Seventy-Two: It Wasn

Sister Wang shook the water off her hands, stuffed the clean diaper into the small bag she’d brought with her bedding, and handed it to Li Xuewu.

“Diapers are easy to wash—made of funeral cloth. Remember to hang them out to dry once you’re on the train.”

Seeing the Li official who had come to meet him approach again, Li Xuewu shook hands with Sister Wang.

“Understood, Sister. We’re destined to meet—I’ll write to you when I get back. When you come to Jingcheng, find me at the address. I’ll treat you right, Sister.”

“Alright, I know. You’re in a hurry—go on, hurry along.”

Li Xuewu nodded gratefully and joined Liu Guoyou, who had just come out of the opposite room.

Sister Wang held the child, Li Xuewu slung his satchel over his shoulder, picked up his bundle and bag, and headed out.

Seeing Li Xuewu and the others leave, the middle-aged couple followed them out.

They hadn’t noticed it on the way in, but now snow had begun to fall.

Snowflakes drifted everywhere on the wind, landing on shoulders before being swept away; no matter how fierce the cold wind, it could not dispel the sorrow in their hearts.