He Su had once encountered danger in the mountains, and it was precisely that incident that was saved by the cinnabar youth, which then led to the following series of events. She held a deep respect for the untamed hills and rivers, and heeding Aunt Zhao’s advice, she didn’t dare to act recklessly. However, though she stayed at the bottom of the mountain, her thoughts had long since flown far away with the Phoenix Blood. After worrying about him for many days, she finally got to see him, even if he did not spare her even a glance from the corner of his eye, her heart was still filled with joy. "Aunt Zhao, can we go any faster? This time we must keep up, we absolutely can’t lose him again!" As He Su spoke , Aunt Zhao sighed. In her view, Phoenix Blood was blissfully unaware of his good fortune, and her own owner’s madness was indeed worrisome. Thinking in this manner, Aunt Zhao looked toward the carriage ahead, pondering in her heart. This state of neither here nor there was always going to be problematic. In the end, he was just a man; perhaps she could lend her owner a hand... With a flash in her eyes, Aunt Zhao quickly urged the carriage to chase after him. Dong Huiying lifted the curtain of the carriage, and the whistling wind rushed in. "It’s windy outside, get back in." Just as she was about to get out, she was pushed back in by Liang Shujun, but before she could settle down, she poked her head out again: "But I thought I heard someone calling for you?" "You heard wrong," he lied earnestly, then reconsidered, feeling this probably wasn’t right. After a pause, he corrected his attitude: "It’s just an unimportant person." He nodded his head. Seeing his serious demeanor, Dong Huiying didn’t ask further. But she still insisted on coming out from the carriage, sitting beside Liang Shujun outside the carriage curtain: "It’s too stuffy inside, and Qiu sister has already fallen asleep. It’s really boring to be in the carriage alone." Liang Shujun smiled and pinched her hand, "I guess Baobao missed me and that’s why you came out to keep me company?" "Yes," she smiled, her small hands resting on her knees. Facing the wind, she looked very well-behaved. Shujun blinked his eyes; he felt she had changed. Had she finally seen through it all? Not to dwell on those entanglements anymore? "That’s more like it!" He laughed happily, reaching out to ruffle her hair: "It’s most important to see things in a better light and live a joyful life!" Dong Huiying grimaced, "I’m so short all because of you guys!" "Who taught you to always mess with my hair?" She covered her hair tips, "There was still space for me to grow taller. It must be because you guys always patted my head that you’ve stunted my growth, and that’s why I’ve remained so short!" Unable to hold back his amusement, Shujun burst into laughter. That day when they descended from Qingfeng Mountain, she volunteered to drive the carriage for Dong Huiying and Shen Qiu Yang, and afterward fell ill with a cold. So in the following days, it was Haoming and Yue Ning who took turns driving the carriage. That afternoon, seeing that Shujun’s health had improved, the carriage entered a town. Their food supply was nearly exhausted, so they stopped for provisions and rest, deciding to stay there for a night before continuing on their journey. Shujun got off the carriage, having been cooped up inside for several days, and his restless nature made him feel as if his bones were rusting. So, upon disembarking, he immediately stretched his limbs. "Baobao, can I go out for a walk?" It was the festive day of the town, and the streets were bustling with a large throng of people and many stalls.