Chapter 786: 856: It feels so good to be ho
I’m ho, ho feels so good!
During these days away from ho, Dong Huiying was actually quite exhausted.
Outside was not like ho; she had to worry about many things, especially since Zhi Chen had left the Golden Triangle without a word, leaving her with a heavy heart. Dong Huiying often feared that Haoming would notice, and that Lao Si would start worrying with her. So she had to put on an optimistic facade, but in reality, her heart was like it was being fried in oil, tornted terribly.
Ho, such a simple word. But what exactly is it?
She thought that ho is the place one always longs for, no matter how far away you are or where you are; it’s always the place you must return to.
For her, her ho was not just a place, but a group of people.
Her ho resided in these people. Wherever these people were, that was where her ho was. They not only represented her life but were everything in her life to co, her entire existence.
Yixuan reached out and gently touched her cheek, only to notice she stiffened at the contact.
He paused slightly.
"You’ve lost weight," and also seed a bit tanned. But the stiffness in her just now made him feel a bit downcast.
He sadly dropped his hand, then perked up again, looking towards the Hong’s brothers and sisters behind her. "Master Hong, it’s been a year, how have you been recently?"
"Good, very good indeed!"
Hong Xiangjun smiled dryly, then with a strange look, glanced at Dong Huiying. She thought to herself, she had seen this young girl years ago at the border, when she seed like soone from high society, a notable figure far beyond her reach, soone she dared not contact without permission.
Later, this person suddenly appeared on Taihang Mountain, and even beca a gambler in her small gambling house. Hong Xiangjun had discreetly kept an eye on her, and was very puzzled. But just now...
She looked at those overjoyed Amazons, thinking to herself, a general?
No wonder, with such a status, she naturally commands imnse respect. But a General Dong?
Hong Xiangjun slightly furrowed her brows.
Over the years, she had traveled far and wide, seen many people, and heard many legendary tales. The most widely circulated among them was the story of a Master Marshal.
Coincidentally, that War God Marshal shared the sa surna as the young lady, also nad Dong. But that figure was demonized, rumored to look like a monster with three heads and six arms, able to silence crying children with just the ntion of his na.
"Yixuan,"
The little wife wanted to pull Yixuan to her, sensing his disheartennt, but upon extending her hand, she hesitated.
She sighed inwardly, but outwardly maintained a cheerful deanor, "I’ve brought back gifts, they’re all on the cart."
She turned to look at Lao Si Haoming, seeing his frosty, expressionless face.
"Gifts!" Haoming pointed at the carriage, then, supporting his wife’s arm, "Let’s go ho!"
He nearly pushed the little wife forward, helping her over the threshold, while Yixuan, seeing this, paused montarily before energetically calling on everyone to help unload the cart.
"Haoming?" The wife nudged him lightly with her small hand.
He remained stoic, "Go ho, rest!"
She was utterly worn out from the journey, especially from the trip back from the desert, pushing on relentlessly just to get ho sooner.
The little wife wore a slight look of resignation when a snort ca from the side.
Shu Yu gave Lao Si a glance, "Greedy, huh!"
After that, he no longer pretended to be incapacitated, no longer sat in his wheelchair, but stood up, his slender body straightening as he swept away with a flick of his sleeve!
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