Slowly walking towards the North City Gate with the ceaseless crowd, a team of caravans driving tall mules and horses passed by. Xiao Lian Hua, using her small stature, hid among them, constantly observing her surroundings, afraid that someone would jump out and catch her.
All her attention was focused on carefully identifying those bad guys. When she was very close to the city gate, she nestled in a corner and looked for a long time, making sure it was safe before carefully stepping out, following a caravan of a dozen horse-drawn carriages towards the city gate.
As the coachman dismounted through the city gate, the groom of the caravan beside her seemed to have just eaten and drunk his fill, burping with a spray of alcohol breath.
It was not until she was about to successfully pass through the city gate that Xiao Lian Hua revealed a small smile, inwardly feeling relieved that no one caught her.
