The carriage wasn't very large.
It was all mythological.
Zhou Li crouched in the middle of the carriage, hugging his knees, his expression erratic, changing in many ways, colorful and resplendent.
Resting by the window, Zhuge Qing's Black Cat had a vivid expression, which after all, was rare for a cat to do so. The Fairy had already stretched her hand out the window, the Memory Stone clicking away without pause.
Tang Wan lay pale-faced in Zhu Qianyun's arms, while Zhu Qianyun, full of tenderness and concern, gently patted the girl's back, hoping to alleviate her motion sickness.
Yun Baibai sat obediently beside Zhuge Qing, her beautiful eyes flitting with fascination as she watched the Black Cat in the Fairy's arms. Maybe it was a girl's natural love for cute creatures, but the Black Cat's snowy steps struck Yun Baibai's fancy, making her occasionally want to reach out and touch the Black Cat with its shimmering gold eyes.
