In the early morning, when the sun was about to rise and the white mist was about to dissipate, Tang Xiaobai, wrapped in a silver-white cloak and wearing a silver-white cap, rolled out of the main gate of the Duke Yan Mansion like a snowball.
Silently counting the days until the holiday, she looked up only to see a familiar, handsome young coachman standing by the carriage.
He seemed much more spirited than yesterday.
He was wearing a brand new, blue little padded jacket. The thick winter clothes couldn't hide his handsome and upright figure, unlike her, who looked like a ball in winter clothing.
Though charming, Tang Xiaobai at this moment couldn't bother to admire him.
"Didn't I tell you to rest well at home?" Tang Xiaobai disapprovingly furrowed her brow.
"It's just attending a lecture, nothing serious." The young coachman spoke obediently, with sincere and eager eyes.
Tang Xiaobai believed him.
What bad intentions could a child who loves to study have?
