Li Qingxiao on this end got Xiao Xian onto the carriage and then dropped his hand, collapsing lethargically into the coach, her small face still showing signs of discomfort as she muttered something. Xiao Xian, having been led all this way, with sweat in the palms of his hands, simply asked:
"What else do we need to do below?"
"My mother said to just follow the carriage back."
Li Qingxiao frowned in response, the jolting of the carriage made her so uncomfortable on the way that she just lay in her seat, pursing her lips and enduring in silence.
Xiao Xian had no choice but to sit next to the girl, leaning against the carriage. Having been up since early morning, he felt the pangs of hunger, patting his pocket where the pastries had been crushed into crumbs during the jostling and had scattered everywhere. The boy sighed and leaned against the carriage, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
