The carriage came to a gradual stop a few seconds later, the horses letting out a small neigh before finally coming to a halt. Anning had been staring outside absentmindedly, but the moment she felt the movement stop completely, she straightened slightly and glanced toward Wanqing.
At that moment, her mistress had already pushed the carriage door open.
Of course.
For someone that barely spoke, she truly had a habit of doing things without warning people first.
Han Luo appeared outside moments later and without hesitation, he stretched his hand toward Wanqing. Wanqing merely glanced at him before placing her hand into his palm and stepping down from the carriage gracefully. That one movement looked natural, almost practiced. As though she had done this so many times she no longer even thought about it.
Then Han Luo turned toward Anning.
