"Are you ill?" The person in the horse carriage patted her cheeks with her pale palms and whispered. The boiling temperature on her face made her feel a little uncomfortable. This was the first time that she had experienced such a situation. She was confused as to whether she had caught too much cold by being blown by the wind.
Ming Fan did not enter the horse carriage, and neither did the Heavenly Evergreen. They did not climb out of the carriage to check on the situation. Instead, they sat on one side quietly. She recalled the path that the old devil had once led her to the forest where he had disappeared. She thought about it and a wisp of fragrance slipped past her nose. She was surprised for the first time, but did not feel as sharp for the second time. However, the scent that had ju
