The next day, as dawn broke with a faint light, the forest was shrouded in mist.
Walking out of the woods, Nangong Jiu's cloak was already damp, and dew clung to the long hair hanging outside her veil.
Stepping out of the trees, she saw a carriage parked in the distance, a group of people sitting together around a spot, and not far away, several bound men leaning against one another in a bedraggled state.
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