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Swallow Alley.
A carriage stopped at the entrance of the alley, the curtain was lifted, and Song Chongjin hopped down from the carriage, extending his hand into the carriage with a slight smile.
If it had been any other day, Wang Yongzhu would have certainly jumped out by herself, who would have needed assistance?
But looking at Song Chongjin's expression, Wang Yongzhu decided that since the atmosphere was so pleasant today, she might as well play the part of the frail one.
She reached out her hand and placed it on Song Chongjin's. The contrast between one dark and one light hand was strikingly clear.
To any onlooker, a tall and robust man was assisting a charming woman down from the carriage, both sharing a smile filled with tender love...
If a passionately emotional scholar happened to be there, he would probably be so moved as to compose a poem on the spot.
Unfortunately, the one who witnessed this scene was Gu Zikai.
