The cold wind blew, carrying a hint of dampness.
Yu Tingwan waited at the corner, and soon a carriage came rushing towards her and slowly stopped.
Shunzi jumped down, brought over a footstool, and took the umbrella from her hand.
She lifted the curtain, bent down, and went inside, only to find Wei Zhao there holding a book, which surprised her.
"Why are you here too?"
Wei Zhao leaned against the carriage, looking tired and lazy, with a warmer on his lap, and slowly raised his eyes: "Why can't I be here?"
Yu Tingwan: …
Wei Zhao wearily: "If I remember correctly, we're going down the mountain together."
Yu Tingwan: …
The man spoke sarcastically: "Or do you just not want to see me."
Ever since that night, he had been like this. Yu Tingwan found it somewhat difficult to handle.
Such a fragile and sensitive man.
However, Yu Tingwan was... quite into it.
She didn't even think Wei Zhao was being too unreasonable.
After all... she had been like this when she was young.
