Duan Jianchuan was shocked inside, but he was not the sort to gossip, so he didn't say anything.
If Wen Zishu and Xia Xin were here, their gossip souls would probably have flown out.
Duan Jianchuan silently felt relieved.
An hour and a half later, the car returned to Jiaoyang Temple.
Duan Jianchuan silently stopped the car and looked at the back seat. Jiangli was still asleep, and Fu Shiyan sat beside her, having made no movements.
The only movement was every time the car turned a corner, or passed a bump, he'd brace Jiangli's forehead.
But Jiangli had no reaction, having slept soundly the whole way.
Even after Duan Jianchuan stopped the car, she had not woken up.
At this moment, Jiangli was sleeping very soundly.
In a blur, she felt enveloped by a very familiar scent, as if in some moment, she had met this person before, had once lain in his arms like this.
The feeling was familiar and made her so relaxed, she didn't want to wake up at all.