Yelu Yan was entranced, when suddenly the carriage wheel rolled over a stone and jostled sharply.
Li Xianyun's head knocked against the carriage wall, causing her great pain.
She couldn't help but slightly furrow her delicate brows, her lashes fluttering like brushes.
Seeing this, Yelu Yan rose and sat beside her.
Their garments brushed against each other.
Yelu Yan lifted his rough hand and gently turned her head to rest on his broad, sturdy shoulder.
He leaned his body close to Li Xianyun's side, tilting, to make her rest more comfortably.
Finally, it was no longer so uncomfortable, and Li Xianyun relaxed her brows.
But resting like this was ultimately unstable. The carriage shook again, and Li Xianyun's head was about to topple forward.
Yelu Yan, seeing this, quickly supported her head and wrapped his other arm around her slender, nice-looking shoulders.
