I'm Sorry

The carriage glided smoothly across the terrain, a comforting rhythm accompanying their journey. The bumpy ride seeming almost like a distant dream.

Xu Zeng's gaze softened as he glanced at the grey and silver eggs nestled beside him, their peaceful slumber a source of both comfort and concern. Was the carriage ride truly that soothing, or were the cubs simply exhausted from their early rise that morning?

He reached one hand out to caress their shells, checking the temperature of the cubs at the same time. His other hand reached out to scoop up another handful of nuts.

Reflecting on his limited experiences with carriages, Xu Zeng couldn't help but reminisce about his past travels.

From his first journey to Nanshan Estate, which led to an unexpected detour to another world, to the more frequent trips to Yilin town in humble bullock carts, he had rarely experienced such comfort and serenity during travel.