The creaking wooden wheels gently rattled along with the sound of hooves, leaving a lingering trace of floral mist in the air, mingled with a barely discernible herbal scent.
Inside the carriage, Lei Xi'er leaned against the wall, wrapped in a thick gray-blue cloak.
His face was still deathly pale, with cold sweat on his forehead, yet his eyes were much clearer than when he awoke.
Louis watched him for a moment before speaking softly, "Can you tell me... what exactly happened?"
Lei Xi'er's eyelashes trembled slightly as he slowly propped himself up, struggling to sit upright.
He did not answer immediately, instead looking at the canopy of the carriage, as if pondering his words.
Should I tell?
Should I hide this identity?
"You don't have to force yourself." Louis looked at him, his eyes free of pressure, yet imbued with a sense of inexplicable sincerity.
