Waiting until Jasmine slowly massaged her numb, aching thigh and gradually stepped down the carriage's stairs, she immediately saw the escort, who had just bowed in greeting to her, clutching the wild hare tightly with both hands, carefully walking toward the kitchen step by step. His tiptoeing posture looked just like he was carrying an explosive bomb on his way to accomplish some great world-saving deed, making Jasmine stand and stare at his back, dumbfounded and amused.
