Ruru suddenly lifted the thin veil.
She wanted to call out to him, but her voice was forcibly stuck in her throat.
They were on the street; she must not be disrespectful.
Xie Heng also saw Ruru, and couldn't help but take a few steps forward.
His eyes seemed to hold a thousand words, yet he couldn't utter a single one.
The carriage quickly passed by.
It seemed like a fleeting glance, yet this moment remained eternal in their memories.
The carriage was long gone, but Ruru's head was still turned backward.
When she slowly turned her head back, Wu Miaomiao was startled, "Why are you crying?"
Ruru wiped her tears with a handkerchief and smiled, "I didn't cry; the wind just blew into my eyes a moment ago."
The Imperial Palace was not far; upon entering, palace maids came forward to greet her with a smile and said to Ruru: "Miss Jiang, your room has been assigned, please follow me this way."
