Chu Lian was driving his carriage toward the Yang Family village, and his mood today was very good because he was on his way to see her.
A smile was etched at the corner of his mouth, and his mind kept reliving that vivid dream, as well as her beautiful face.
Suddenly he discovered a tree blocking the road ahead. His eyebrows furrowed, there was no wind or rain, so why was the tree obstructing the way?
He quickly tugged on the reins, signaling the horses to go around the obstacle. After circumventing it, he was surprised to see Wang Xiangxiang's carriage. It could have easily been driven around, so why had they stopped here?
He hastily got out to investigate, but before he could get close to the carriage, he noticed some torn clothing by the roadside. His heart skipped a beat, an ominous feeling washing over him—that clothing looked very much like Wang Xiangxiang's, the same clothes she had worn yesterday.
