Downstairs, Meng Ke was leaning against a car, waiting for me to embark on a journey across this country. I didn't have good cars. Only livestock trucks with plates were familiar to me. I didn't know how much money he had.
When Meng Qi saw it, she cried, saying it was too late to get into the car, and left me standing alone in the wind.
I rushed out of the driver's cabin, perched on top, grabbed a rope, and began tying knots—something I had taught during the war. It might as well have been a dagger stabbing into me.
I often used the dagger on my arm, so it felt strangely comfortable.
Surrounded by monkeys, they chattered mockingly with knowing smirks.
I looked at them expressionlessly. "Say whatever you want to say."
The vehicle had been in motion for a very long time. It lingered in people's lives, weaving in and out. Yesterday, Captain Tujin stood at the gate, and Meng Ke parked the car at the garrison.
