It rained heavily.
Jiang Rong opened his eyes in the bumpy carriage, digging his nails into his palms, and the smell of blood mixed with the earthy smell of rain rushed into his nose. A familiar voice came from outside the car curtain: "Rong'er, don't be afraid, you will be safe after passing Qingshi Pass..."
She looked down at the peonies embroidered with gold thread on her wedding dress. The redder the wedding dress, the richer the blood in her memory. Yesterday, all kinds of things passed by like a revolving door - Xie Lingxi's chest was pierced by a poisonous arrow, the fragments of his silver armor flying when he fell off the cliff...
"Mr. Zhou." She suddenly opened the curtain, and the heavy rain instantly wetted the wedding dress. The moment the man turned around in shock, the golden hairpin accurately pierced his hand holding the reins...
