Xia Ji comforted her and smiled. ""Miss Yan, it's okay. We're just going home."
"Go home…" Yan Ling repeated. Suddenly, her heart trembled. This gentle voice actually made her want to talk to him. She hurriedly raised her head to look at the youth who was talking to her. A puzzled expression appeared on her face. Why did this youth give her a familiar feeling?
Xia Ji hurriedly lowered his head and pretended to doze off, no longer making eye contact with her.
Yan Ling secretly looked at him for a while before confirming that she did not know this person. Perhaps he was more handsome?
Yan Ling was confused.
Everyone fell silent again.
There was only the sound of wheels grinding through the dust and the night wind blowing, but the journey was peaceful.
Xin Wangshu quickly sat down beside Yan Ling and started chatting with the beauty. However, Yan Ling did not have any feelings for him. She only responded perfunctorily and ignored him.
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