Bai Zhi'er nodded, and Jun Kuang quickly got out of the carriage.
He was very courteous, not directly reaching out to pull Bai Zhi'er.
Instead, he covered his hand with his sleeve, extending it to let Bai Zhi'er hold onto the fabric.
After all, a woman's reputation is paramount, and Bai Zhi'er was of noble status; Jun Kuang wanted to avoid any "skin-to-skin contact."
But Bai Zhi'er waved her hand: "No need."
She leaped gracefully and landed steadily by herself.
Seeing this, Jun Kuang retracted his hand and laughed lightly with helplessness.
The coachman and several Hidden Guards helped handle the stone stuck in the cart's axle.
The carriage happened to stop by the water's edge of Yang Liu, Yiyi.
Bai Zhi'er and Jun Kuang stood by the shore, gazing at the shimmering moonlit surface of the water.
At this moment, a fallen flower dropped into the water, the floating pink stamens rippling with circles of waves.
Much like Jun Kuang's current unsettled heart.
