When she opened her eyes again, the young girl wore a distant expression, yet there was a glimmer of turmoil in her eyes, because she saw Qinghe.
"Awake?"
The man held a scroll in his hand and glanced over at her. There was an imperceptible contemplation in his eyes.
During their days together, he often felt confused.
Dong Huiying's demeanor and aura often changed, as if she were two different people.
The Marshal glanced at Qinghe, rubbed his temples, and then closed his eyes again, feigning indifference.
Qinghe chuckled softly, without saying much more, but suddenly the carriage came to an abrupt stop.
At this time, they had just left the city gates.
"Qinghe! I know you're in the carriage, come down quickly and greet me!"
Qinghe: "???"
The person who spoke had a very childish voice, like that of a young child. However, the tone was one Qinghe was very familiar with.
