The sound of horse hooves in the morning drew closer and closer. Mrs. Dong's eyes filled with tears, blurring her view of her daughter's valiant figure.
"It's good to be back! It's good to be back!" Mrs. Li, the third lady, watched her daughter trailing behind Bai Qingyan. She laughed and cried, pressing a handkerchief to her chest. She turned to her sisters-in-law and said, "Finally, they are back! I can finally rest my heart!"
The Bai family's fifth, sixth, and seventh young ladies ran down the steps, waving with tears in their eyes at Bai Qingyan and Bai Jinzhi in the distance. They shouted without any lady-like decorum, "Eldest Young Lady!" "Fourth Sister!"
As they drew closer to the Bai Mansion, the emotions churning in Bai Qingyan's heart grew more bittersweet.
She had never felt such an overwhelming longing to return home.
Seeing her three sisters waving nonstop, and the beaming Lu Ping, Bai Qingyan hastily pulled on the reins, swiftly dismounted from the horse.