Some people thought they were born wanderers, with wind in their blood, unable to stop.
Until they met a woman and felt they had seen their whole life in her, no longer willing to keep wandering.
When Patches met Tanith, he felt he ought to do something for the lady.
Patches was not the only one who saw Zhao Si that day. Avril saw him too.
But Avril stayed far away instead of rashly walking over to make herself known to Zhao Si.
She knew she could not have mistaken him. He was her savior, after all.
Zhao Si's build had changed considerably, but that slightly goofy face was still the same.
Avril had considered stopping the man's horse and saying, "Hey, do you still remember me?"
But however much she thought about it, she could not work out what to say afterward.
Whether Zhao Si remembered her was not all that important.
What if he remembered?
What if he did not?
Would his remembering her mean she could demand that Zhao Si give her a comfortable life?
If that were the case, she need not have run away from her marriage in the first place. She could simply have accepted everything.
Besides, she was not doing well now. She looked sickly, and she felt too ashamed to face old acquaintances.
It was like having once been a young lady from a wealthy household, only to fall so low that she became a beggar and happened to run into an old friend while begging at their door.
For anyone with even a little self-respect, that would be torture.
Rather than put someone else in a difficult position and make things hard for herself, she might as well avoid meeting him-they barely knew each other.
For all these reasons, Avril hid,