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.,However, for some reason, he later came to this world as a baby. After going through all sorts of hardships, he finally understood his current identity. The moment he knew his identity, Zhou Qing was incredibly excited.,It seemed that the woman could feel her son trembling in her arms. She held him closer, trying to comfort him with her own warmth. Oh, poor child. Could he really end up like her, dying far from home。