Mingshu sat in the carriage with her brows still tightly furrowed, incessantly worried.
How was the little one doing?
After so many days apart, believe it or not, she actually missed him a bit.
A shadow fell over her head, and Mingshu instinctively looked up, colliding with a pair of pitch-black pupils. She was startled and, staring at the unremarkable face before her, she snapped back to reality.
It was the person with a figure reminiscent of the little one.
Strange, she had seen this person before and hadn't been particularly impressed.
But ever since she noticed the similarities with Si Chu, Mingshu had remembered him.
A sense of puzzlement washed over her, and she curved her lips slightly, her eyes brimming with a warm smile, "Do you... need something?"
