Shen Heting lowered his eyelids, concealing the inquisitive look in his eyes.
The carriage moved leisurely, its wheels rolling over the stone-paved road with a dull, rhythmic rumble. Wen Shiqing lifted a hand to gently nudge the curtain, and the early summer breeze brushed against her face, carrying with it faint traces of greenery.
She curled her lips slightly and narrowed her peach-blossom eyes.
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