Gu Ya's large hand landed on Su Yunjin's recently bumped head.
"Does it still hurt?" Gu Ya's brows and eyes showed concern and tenderness.
After what just happened, Su Yunjin had lost all mood to act spoiled toward Gu Ya.
She huffed angrily, "No, it doesn't hurt!" Even if it did, she wouldn't tell him.
His little wife was holding a grudge?
Gu Ya found it somewhat amusing.
Su Yunjin didn't look at Gu Ya again and turned her head to the other side.
She was absolutely holding a grudge!
"Young master, madam, we've reached the town. Up ahead is crowded; the carriage can't go any further," the coachman stopped the carriage, ahead was a dense crowd of people and vendors.
Gu Ya knew that the Lantern Festival in town was always packed with people—vendors selling goods and flower lanterns, filling every corner of the streets.
It was hard enough for pedestrians to pass through, let alone a carriage.
