On the day of departure, Qinghe's gaze paused on Su Liang for a brief moment, as though he'd quietly let out a breath of relief.
Dong Huiying found it rather strange. "Why do you look like a burden's been lifted from your shoulders?"
"Do I?"
The handsome, refined man's expression was gentle.
Ah Lian watched the pair, wanting to speak yet holding her tongue.
Su Liang was dressed as a man. Ah Lian had once taken Su Liang for male, but later Su Liang began living in the same room as Dong Huiying, and in the daily comings and goings some discrepancies were picked up by the Hidden Guards—in other words, Su Liang's disguise had been seen through.
Yet whether male or female, sharing meals, quarters, and bed with Dong Huiying was inevitably going to make someone feel less than comfortable.
Qinghe stretched out his hand, intending to help Dong Huiying into the carriage, but Dong Huiying stepped away from him.
"I can get up myself."
