Gu Jiaojiao knew Leng Yuan couldn't tell her about the black market, so she just asked one thing.
"Is it safe?"
"It's safe."
Leng Yuan swallowed, his voice hoarse.
He had thought Gu Jiaojiao would make at least a small fuss, but to his surprise, she didn't say a word.
Once she had her answer, Gu Jiaojiao changed the subject.
When the two of them reached the donkey cart, Leng ManCang saw them return empty-handed and was a little puzzled.
He didn't dare ask any questions, though, afraid he would annoy Leng Yuan.
"Ready to head back?"
Leng Yuan looked at Gu Jiaojiao.
Gu Jiaojiao nodded.
The two of them climbed onto the donkey cart.
A thick quilt was spread out on the cart. Though it was old, it was still warm.
Leng Yuan draped a military greatcoat over Gu Jiaojiao, shielding her from the cold air.
The greatcoat was Leng Yuan's and carried his faint, clean scent of soap. It was a pleasant smell.
