She walked all the way to the carriage and stopped to say, "Aren't your injuries healed yet?"
Stretched out comfortably, Miluo yawned and said, "Healed about ninety-nine percent."
Injuries healed yet pretending to be this weak, are you trying to trick a ghost? She peered into the carriage.
Huh? The carriage doesn't look big, but it's surprisingly spacious inside, with luxurious interior decorations: crystal lamps above, brocade mouse skin underfoot, and the low table that Miluo was leaning on was made of Golden Phoebe wood. Inside the carriage there was also an ice chest, an incense burner, a musical instrument rack, and a go board; she even saw an antique shelf that took up the most space and had no doubt that the items on it were worth a fortune.
"Riding in this carriage is quite comfortable. Want to come up and try?" Miluo patted the empty space beside him, invitingly.
She rolled her eyes, naturally not going to go up: "Is this carriage yours?"
