Xiao Ling, too, was distressed and shed tears, but she couldn't pick up her daughter to comfort her in her arms.
"Jingjing, be good. Auntie knows you love Mommy, and Mommy loves you too.
Be obedient, and let's walk slowly. As long as we get to the other side, we'll have a new home.
Mommy will be able to hold you then, okay?"
The little girl sobbed and nodded her head, and Xiao Ling could only use her right hand to wipe away her tears.
She cautioned Jingjing not to cry, lest her cheeks get frostbitten.
"Jingjing, then let's set off now, okay? You have to be the first one.
Otherwise, little sister Xiao Nuan will catch up from behind."
By saying this, she hoped to maintain a sense of presence to her father and the others.
Otherwise, they might become suspicious; Xiao Ling had already sensed something was off.
"Okay."
Indeed, the little girl started to stride forward again, and they began to walk as well.
There were two more disturbances later on, but they still persisted.