Qin dynasty novelist

A wisp of pale yellow candlelight illuminated the entire carriage. The interior space was not large, accommodating only four or five people. At this moment, three people were huddled together inside: two older women and a baby still in swaddling clothes.,As soon as these words were spoken, the already heartbroken woman felt a surge of despair. She clutched her son tightly in her arms, tears streaming down her face once again.,But now it seems like this world is about to play a joke on itself。