On the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, the Cyan-hoof Deer Carriage departed from Liangshui City.
The carriage was warm and cozy. Fang Han sat in the middle, flanked by Yun Qianyue and Lan Yuexin.
The three of them chatted idly, speaking of their experiences in Liangshui City over the past few days and their plans for after the new year.
As they spoke, Fang Han casually raised his arms, draping his left around Yun Qianyue's shoulder and wrapping his right around Lan Yuexin's waist.
Yun Qianyue's body stiffened slightly.
Lan Yuexin's voice also died away.
The carriage fell silent, leaving only the rumbling of the wheels on the road and the light clatter of the Cyan-hoofed Deer's hooves.
Yun Qianyue lowered her gaze, the tips of her ears, visible past her purple veil, flushing a faint crimson.
Her fingers curled slightly, but she ultimately did not push Fang Han away, merely shifting her gaze to the winter scenery flashing by the window.
