Su Zhiruan closed her eyes, leaned against the carriage, and peacefully fell asleep; below her was a lantern that had gone out, a large cloak neatly folded beside her. Her slender wrists looked very white against her dark emerald long dress, exposed from the empty sleeves, while outside the carriage window, the wind and snow howled, yet she slept soundly.
There was a small stove in the carriage, and given the compact space, it wasn't cold.
After Fu Huaichu boarded the carriage, just one glance was enough for the maid, who immediately understood when she saw the jade pendant at his waist and briskly stepped down from the carriage.
At this moment, in the not-so-large carriage, only Fu Huaichu and the sleeping Su Zhiruan remained. He sat beside her and quietly watched her.