"Husband, this road is getting narrower..."
Li Yuan heard a woman's soft murmur beside him.
He opened his eyes to the sight of a black carriage interior and slightly lowered his gaze to find Xiaozhao sleeping soundly on his right leg. Opposite him, adopted daughter Tang Nian was resting with her eyes closed.
This scene filled his heart with warmth and reassurance because these were the things he was protecting.
The one who spoke was the proprietress, Xue Ning.
Xue Ning was by his right side, shoulder to shoulder, and at some point, she had slightly turned her head, watching the outside cautiously.
Outside, the spring rain was like fine needles, and the smooth official road had turned muddy. The rapidly spinning carriage wheels were kicking up small splotches of deep black mud, flinging them far away.
By now, they had already exited Fujiang Path.
Li Yuan did not follow her gaze.
