The atmosphere in the carriage was heavy.
Wen Qiao sat upright on the north side, slightly lowering his head, making it hard to see his expression.
Jiang Xuesui deliberately sat on the west side by the window. Guilty, she didn't dare look at Wen Qiao, afraid of accidentally meeting his eyes.
She occasionally lifted the thin gauze hanging from the window to see the rainy streets outside. The moisture rushed at her face, wet and cold.
Suddenly, Jiang Xuesui froze.
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