"Creak, creak." The wheels left two slender ruts in the ground.
Li Huowang sat on the wagon's driving board, lightly flicking the whip to prod the horse forward. Sitting beside him, dressed in a straw raincoat, was Li Sui, who peered curiously at the sparrows on the branches through a new black veil hanging beneath his conical hat.
Li Huowang reached out and tapped the carriage. "Miaomiao, there's no need to stay inside every day, it's stuffy. It's dusk now—you can come out and get some fresh air."
Bai Lingmiao lifted the curtain, gently seated herself beside Li Huowang, removed the white gauze covering her eyes, and looked around.
Gazing at her delicate profile, Li Huowang noticed that Bai Lingmiao seemed a bit different. If her eyes used to be pink, they were now a pale pinkish-white.
What this meant was self-evident.
