The two carriages headed in opposite directions.
The evening breeze was light, causing the carriage curtains to flutter, which did a little to dissipate the stifling frustration in Mu Jinyuan’s heart. Finally, there was a lead.
"Miss, look, isn't that our Eldest Young Master?" Zizhu turned back, wanting to clip the curtains in place; the autumn wind was cooler than the summer breeze, and she was afraid her mistress would catch a chill. Instead, she caught sight of a familiar figure.
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