September, the sky is clear like a wash, the colors of autumn are spread.
On Le You Garden, many aristocratic men and women in splendid attire, carriages and horses moving as if in a painting.
With such beautiful scenery before her, Tang Xiaobai really didn't want to waste it on insignificant people.
The carriage curtain was lowered: "Go!"
But some people can't just be shaken off when you want to.
Even after the carriage has moved, she still has to trot up: "Cousin Tang, where are you going? Even if you're upset, don't be alone—"
"Stop the carriage!"
The carriage halted, and the window curtain was lifted once more.
"Is today the day you must display your kindness, consideration, weakness, and innocence? Say it bravely, I might fulfill it for you." Tang Xiaobai leaned on the window, her gaze crossing over Gu Yulan, landing on the Heir of Prince Su, Li Xiao, behind her.
