"Eldest Young Lady?" Bai Qingyu, not noticing anything within the alley, gently called out to Bai Qingyan.
"Let's go back…" Bai Qingyan spoke.
Bai Qingyan bent down and sat in the carriage; Bai Qingjue, Fu Ruoxi, and Xie Yuchang mounted their horses with the imperial guards.
Sitting inside the carriage, Bai Qingyan closed her aching eyes, unsure if the glimpse of A Yu just now was a figment of her exhaustion or reality.
Bai Qingjue and Fu Ruoxi, along with Xie Yuchang, led the guards forward, and only then did Bai Qingyan's carriage begin to move slowly.
She remembered that fleeting glance and, not willing to give up, raised her hand to lift the carriage curtain, gripping it tightly.
The man dressed as a Rong, wearing a mask, stood at the mouth of the alley under the bright moonlight. It was clearly… her brother A Yu.
A wave of bitterness hit her eyes. She watched A Yu's figure move farther away, her vision blurred by tears.
