Seeing Nan Feng insisting on picking the peaches, Mo Wenxuan also smoothed his clothes and squatted down to help pick up peaches. After picking, Mo Wenxuan insisted on escorting Nan Feng back, saying that Nan Feng's leg was injured and she probably wouldn't be able to walk.
Nan Feng had been preoccupied with picking peaches and reading the note and hadn't paid much attention to her leg, but now, reminded by Mo Wenxuan, she realized it was indeed painful. Walking back would be quite difficult, and luckily, Mo Wenxuan had a horse carriage... well, she might as well ride it then.
Mo Wenxuan had his own coachman, so he didn't have to drive himself. He sat face to face with Nan Feng.
He found Nan Feng sitting across him very beautiful. Due to the narrow space, he could smell a delicate fragrance from her, perhaps from some incense, or like the scent of osmanthus in August, which made him feel inexplicably intoxicated.
