The carriage shed is azure, with a pattern embroidered with silver thread.

The waves of the sea are rolling, and a sunset hangs diagonally above.

The sunset is fiery red, the sea is deep blue, and there is a kind of majestic, brilliant and harmonious beauty.

Nie Liuxi slowly touched the pattern with her fingers.

Something bright flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly withdrew his hand as if it was hot.[

Feng Lingyan looked at her coldly from the side, and her heart suddenly moved.

Could it be that—she recognized this carriage?

Does this carriage also have a story?

I was about to ask a question indirectly.

Nie Liuxi has regained her calm expression: "Ayan, let's go back. I feel a little cold."

It was already November and winter weather was approaching.

Although there is sun in the sky, it is still a little cold.

Feng Lingyan was also afraid that she would get sick from the cold wind again, which would ruin Gong Yanmo's efforts, so he took her back to the house.

Gong Yanmo went out again. He had gone out every day these days, and he didn't know whether he was going to buy medicinal materials or for some other business.

Perhaps because he was afraid of exposing his identity, he did not ride his white tiger when he went out.

As a result, the white tiger looked at Feng Lingyan who was wandering around in front of its eyes with sad eyes every day.

It looked like a big cat abandoned by its owner.

It was just the beginning of winter, and in the evening, snowflakes were falling outside.

Clumps, clusters, all over the sky like flying catkins.

After a while, the earth became completely white.

When Feng Lingyan was in modern times, she lived a life of licking blood with the tip of a knife. There were few times when she was so relaxed and comfortable.

Seeing such a heavy snowfall at this moment, I suddenly became childlike and started building a snowman in the yard...
Chapter completed!