Chapter 11 Motion Sickness

At the end of October, Lin Xiaoguai and Zhu Huixi received some local specialties and a recent photo sent by Yang Xiaoli.

The photo's backdrop was a backward township. Yang Xiaoli was dressed in a dark blue sweatshirt and long pants, her hair wrapped in a scarf, holding a seven or eight-year-old boy, whose skin had tanned significantly, and in his brows lingered a faint melancholy, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.

"That's wonderful," Zhu Huixi said with teary eyes.

Lin Xiaoguai smiled and curled the corners of her mouth. Yes, that was wonderful.

She believed that time was the best medicine and that one day, Yang Xiaoli would be able to shake off the shadow of that past relationship and find her own happiness.

Before long, Yang Xiaoli's call came through.

"How is it, did you receive everything?" Yang Xiaoli's voice carried a hint of laughter.

"Received them. Are you working in the township now?" Lin Xiaoguai asked curiously.