As she approached, she had not yet made out the figure in the darkness when she heard a tuneless melody coming from him.
Her third uncle was leaning sloppily against the carriage, his body swaying gently to the rhythm. Seeing Wen Shiqing, his lethargic, drooping eyelids snapped open, and he sat up straight. The playboy smile on his face vanished, replaced by a cold, impatient huff: "Are you finally coming up?"
Wen Shiqing paused by the carriage, her brows knit tight as she scrutinized him with suspicion.
Chapter 25