Xie Ming'an walked toward her, his expression calm.
He knew Shen Ningning also wanted to know the full story.
He offered, "Get in my carriage. I'll tell you everything."
Shen Ningning snapped out of her daze, her little face looking listless.
"No."
With that, she ducked into her own carriage.
Just when Xie Ming'an thought he had failed,
the little one's soft yet cold voice came from inside. "You can ride in mine. Tell me in my carriage."
Xie Ming'an froze for a moment. Then, his slender fingers lifted the curtain as he said, "Alright."
The carriage was driven to a secluded alley corner.
Outside, the sky was a gloomy, snowy grey. Muchun and Wanchun took shelter from the cold in another carriage.
Meanwhile, Shen Ningning and Xie Ming'an were alone together.
The two sat facing each other across a small mahogany tea table.
