Gu Lan looked at the young man sitting on the horseback, reaching out a hand to her.
Without thinking, Gu Lan had already grasped that hand and mounted the horse: "Thank you, Brother Hang."
Rong Heng sat upright, holding the reins and looking ahead. No one saw the deep emotions surging in the perpetually calm and indifferent eyes of Fifth Young Master Rong.
Gu Lan sat on the horseback, and when she lifted her head, she could see the young man's broad shoulders. The faint scent of medicine mixed with the cold wind and snow gave a sense of inexplicable security.
She always felt that compared to when he last carried her, the young man seemed to have grown taller.
Gu Lan clutched the fabric at Rong Heng's waist, wondering if she should also change to thicker insoles. After all, it's normal for fifteen or sixteen-year-old youths to grow taller.
Since, who knows when Rong Heng might receive news from her master.
At this thought, Gu Lan subconsciously moved her hips back a bit.
