Shen Qingyun woke up and found himself in the carriage. The twilight is sinking in the west, and the sun is shining. The light and shadow were blocked by the blue curtain, and the inside of the car was dark.
She was held in his arms, with a hand around her waist, hugging her tightly. The slender fingertips were under her waist, and the index finger tapped lightly between his waist and abdomen.
Noticing the momentary stiffness of the fingers, a chuckle came from behind: "Awake?"
Shen Qingyun was held in his arms, and his eyes turned to look at the window again. In the bumps of the carriage, the curtains swayed slightly.
She saw the scenery outside the carriage, on the official road, the grass on both sides withered yellow: "Where are you going?" She said, only to realize that her voice
