Eight white horses drew the carriage, moving at a pace that was neither fast nor slow, with not the slightest sense of jolt. Cars surrounded them from all sides, forming a protective circle.
The speed of the carriage was indeed slower than the cars, but it felt particularly leisurely and free.
Shen Li and Huo Siyu sat shoulder to shoulder, fingers interlocked, their intimacy unbroken.
"It's really beautiful." Shen Li admired the interior decorations of the carriage, unable to hold back her praise. "I think the designer must be an extraordinary genius."
The lavish and opulent carriage was primarily decorated in gold and red, without the slightest hint of vulgarity, maintaining an elegant and unique style.
Having seen so much with Huo Siyu, this style was genuinely unfamiliar to her.
Was this the work of some master nurtured by the Huo Family, serving them alone?
