Mu Lige sensed Hua Qingcheng's deep affection. He turned and gazed upon her beautiful face. Their eyes met, and time seemed to freeze in that moment. Their hearts were filled with love and trust for each other, a passionate and intense feeling that warmed their souls.
After Hua Qingcheng and his party entered Daxing Province, they stopped for lunch at noon and took a short rest before continuing their journey eastward.
In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun casts a mysterious hue over the small border town of Daxing Province. A horse-drawn carriage slowly pulls into the town, the sound of horse hooves echoing on the bluestone road.
However, Xiaobai, who had been traveling quietly, suddenly started to cry "Awoo~Awoo~" non-stop.
Sitting in the carriage, Hua Qingcheng gently lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out. Her eyes fell on Xiaobai, trying to soothe its agitated emotions with a gentle look. However, Xiaobai didn't seem to appreciate it, and its cries became louder and louder, as if it was telling her something important.
Hua Qingcheng knew that Xiaobai wouldn't be so agitated for no reason, and a hint of doubt and worry rose in her heart. After a moment's thought, she decided to have the driver stop the carriage in front of an inn not far ahead. The inn looked quite old and a little run-down, but overall it was clean and tidy.
Everyone got off the car and walked into the inn. When the innkeeper saw a large number of guests arriving, he immediately ordered all the waiters to greet them warmly, usher them into their rooms, and arrange everything.
After a short rest, night gradually deepened.
At midnight that evening, a dark figure quietly climbed out the window, arrived outside the inn, and blended into the inky night. It was Hua Qingcheng, now dressed in a black nightgown, her figure swift and graceful as a swallow. At the same time, another figure emerged from the darkness and stood shoulder to shoulder with Hua Qingcheng. It was Mu Lige, also dressed in black, his handsome face appearing even more stern in the cold moonlight.
The two exchanged glances and nodded in tacit agreement. Mu Lige grasped Hua Qingcheng's slender waist, tapped his toes, and then, together with her, leaped onto the prepared Xiangyun horse. The horse's hooves galloped, raising a cloud of dust, and then, like a gust of wind, it galloped towards a barren mountain dozens of miles outside the town.
In front of them, was the little white dog carrying Hongfu on its back, excitedly leading the way forward...
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