Three horses, five people.
Dong Huiying glanced at Hong Xiangjun, who was slightly lagging, noticing she was sitting behind Hong Wen Bin, arms wrapped around his waist. They talked quietly from time to time, and she could hear Hong Xiangjun's laughter, clearly in a good mood.
She then looked at the young boy, realizing that she still did not know his name up until now.
Every time the boy realized she was looking at him, he would quickly shrink his neck.
It seemed that her earlier demeanor with Haoming had scared the boy.
Uh... she hadn't meant to.
Who had time to consider so much at that moment?
Faced with that fearful gaze, she touched her chin and could only sigh helplessly.
On the way back, as their group passed through the Sand Sea, they saw a mess near the sand with many traces of blood mixed with sand, though no corpses were visible.
However, Dong Huiying guessed that the bodies had probably been thrown into the Sand Sea.
