Both of their palms were gently pressed against the same spot on the hay. The wind in the grassland was light, so light that she could hear the person inside breathing.
"Sister, let me help you move the haystack. The uncles are injured. One of them is already asleep, and he won't wake up no matter how loud I call him." The little boy climbed onto the carriage using his hands. He was very strong. Very quickly, he pushed the bales of hay onto the ground.
Jiang Yao helped from the side. After Master Cheng and the others caught up, they began to move the hay as well. The person hidden by the hay was gradually revealed.
Lu Xingzhi's injuries were severe. Even though he knew that Jiang Yao was there, he could only lean against the hay and breathe lightly. His vision improved until he could see her.
She had lost weight, but her stomach was a little bigger.
She was standing there quietly, looking at him, crying.