The glimmering wagon was simple and unassuming on the outside but extravagant and warm on the inside. At least, it was supposed to be. What she remembered written as hanging balls of light were dull and undefined to her eyes. The supposed wooden interior of the wagon with its lush greenery and plump cushions were more layers upon layers of glitter.
As usual, each dense cluster had enough substance for her to not go through it and transparent enough to look through it like frosted glass.
‘...Why must it be this way?’ Now that she could get a good look at the wagon and compare it with what was written in the books, her suspicions were confirmed. However, being right did not feel good. ‘So, I had really been missing everything from the start...? I thought I could at least enjoy the sights or something until the story ends... Now...’ RenRan dragged her feet to YingTao’s side, not looking forward to the impending interaction.