At this moment, she had run to North Street, past which would be Nanyang’s bustling Main Street.
Chen Rong gazed at the increasingly crowded throng ahead and saw that many people were curiously staring at her. “Eep, she’s bleeding. She looks scary,” a child cried.
Facing those people’s eyes and hearing the child’s voice, Chen Rong’s dizzying brain gained more awareness. With the fastest speed she could muster, she looked down at the ground and quietly wiped her mouth before undoing her hair to comb her fingers through it. Then, she followed the curbside and walked on.
After hurrying away for a few dozen steps, Chen Rong saw no more strangers paying attention to her.
Quickly recalling the scene just now, she vigorously scrubbed her mouth and scathingly said, “I’ll bite you dead!”
She was surprised at her own words.
Slowly, she blinked back her tears and sped up.
Chen Rong walked for nearly an hour in the snow to go from North Street to the Chen estate.
Listening to the monotonous sloshing of snow and feeling the rush of biting wind, Chen Rong slowly recovered.
By the time she got to the Chen estate, she saw Old Shang’s carriage still parked in an alley. He was standing beside it looking out to the larger road.
He was overjoyed to see her.
Chen Rong also hastened to him. After she had lifted the curtain and climbed onto the carriage, she sat motionlessly on her seat.
At this time, Old Shang’s worried voice sounded outside. “Are you crying, miss?”
She did not answer.
The vehicle was put into motion.