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Jiang Yao glanced back at Aunt Qin, who was slowly walking away. They were still standing at the village entrance. The little dog that had been with her for a few days ran after her bus until it couldn't catch up.

She sat at the back, trying to get a better look at them.

Jiang Yao held back her tears. She raised her head, unwilling to let them fall. The bus was still wobbling