Just when she arrived at the entrance of the Embroidery Building, a carriage suddenly came by, stopping beside her.
The person inside the carriage didn't speak, but as the night breeze lifted a corner of the curtain, a familiar scent wafted over. Without a second thought, Gu Jiao jumped onto the carriage.
Inside, a large figure and a small one sat in darkness, without the carriage being lit; the young one had already fallen asleep in someone's embrace, while the adult looked spirited, not betraying a hint of tiredness.
Gu Jiao sat down beside him, "Why haven't you left?"
Xiao Hen smiled faintly and curled the corner of his lips, "What about you? Why did you come back?"
Waiting for you.
Looking for you.
One didn't know she would return, the other didn't know he hadn't left, but both rushed back without a second thought.
"Nangong Li didn't see you, did he?" Gu Jiao asked.