Finally, Liu Mianmian got into the carriage.
Although she didn't explain clearly why her presence was necessary, since she said so, Liu Xinghe chose to believe her.
Besides, there wasn't much time left to delay.
The carriage left the archway of the Wang village, moving along the rural path.
The road was very narrow, just wide enough for the carriage to pass. The Uncle Residence's carriage had a heavy and sturdy chassis, allowing it to move as usual on this bumpy road.
The lanterns at the four corners of the carriage were all lit. Looking around, the world was enveloped in darkness, making their carriage the only source of light, moving forward in the night.
With each bump of the carriage, Liu Mianmian's brow furrowed slightly.
Liu Xinghe's attention was focused on Mingming, and when he looked up, he happened to see this scene. He said softly, "Is it pulling on your wound? How about we slow down the carriage?"
