Then the young man went through the long sleeves of her hands, easily lifted the girl up, held her in front of him and looked up and down.

"Fang...ran...what are you doing..."

The young man's wrist was warm and strong, and she didn't feel any discomfort, but feeling his hand touch her skin and blinking her eyes as she looked at herself still made Ling's face blush slightly and she spoke with difficulty.

"Huh... Sure enough, Ling, you are better as you are now."

Fangran took a long breath of relaxation, then turned the girl around and sat in front of him, took the reins and sighed.

Suddenly being picked up, suddenly placed in front of him, suddenly sighed, Ling, who was sitting in Fangran's arms, leaned against his chest and raised her head strangely and asked:

"Why do you say that, Fangran?"

"Well... I guess it's because Ling at this age is more comfortable to deal with."

On the seat in front of the carriage, she was held in the arms of a young man who felt slightly guilty but had a Buddha-like face. Listening to this explanation, the girl looked confused and puzzled.

The girl sat obediently in his arms, looking at the sleeping face of the young man who had just woken up from his nap, although he had boasted that he was very good at driving a carriage, but in fact could not control a horse at all.

Watching the tips of her hair swaying with the carriage, thinking about what he said to her when he held her in his arms on that rainy night last night, his expression warm in the rain, she rubbed the corners of her long sleeves and the fabric on her legs.

The black stocking still asked in a low voice:

"Fangran, why do you take care of me like this..."

It seemed that he was not surprised to know that the girl would ask this question sooner or later. Fang Ran, who was thinking 'Why is this carriage so difficult to adjust', scratched his head as he didn't know how to explain to Ling in his arms:

"Well, this is a long story, but a simple explanation is..."

He looked up from his arms and looked at his girl with big eyes with pale golden pupils. The carriage was driving on a field road in the early 20th century, and he heard the simple sound of Fangran smiling.

"I actually come from a hundred years in the future."
Chapter completed!