Zhi Chen had once offended the Seventh Princess in Jiangnan, and from the incident with the Mind-Bewitching Gu, it was evident that the Seventh Princess’s intentions toward Zhi Chen were crystal clear. Previously, because of the Seventh Princess, Zhi Chen was forced to act cautiously, always hiding and avoiding, living a life of great difficulty. And now, Zhi Chen had become . If he fell into the hands of the Seventh Princess, wouldn’t it be... unimaginable? Fourth Brother Liang, Liang Haoming. He glanced at her, then suddenly gently took her hand, but his demeanor was very firm. As if telling her not to worry, not to be afraid, everything would be fine, no matter what, she still had him. She was momentarily stunned, then she poured two small pills from the medicine bottle into Liang Haoming’s mouth. "You must get well soon." He took a sip of water and swallowed the pills. He would, he would recover quickly. Because of his brother, she was already worried enough, he could not let himself become her pressure and burden. A kitten with a tuft of black hair on its head popped out from within Liang Haoming’s clothes. It looked around, then used its furry little head to nuzzle against Liang Haoming. He gently picked up the kitten and then held it up to her, "Black Hair!" She remembered that one night in the Golden Triangle, she had impulsively decided to call this little cat Black Hair... "You brought it along?" With an expressionless face, he nodded, then gently stroked Black Hair’s head, and looked at her again, "Touch it!" Cats are very soft, when he was unhappy as a child, he liked to pet cats, and after touching them, he could feel happy again. He took her hand and placed it on Black Hair’s head. She smiled, "So soft." Liang Haoming’s lips curled up slightly, then he held her hand, teaching her how to stroke Black Hair. Her mood was heavy at first, but as she continued to stroke, strangely, her mood began to calm down. She leaned against the carriage, asleep. Liang Haoming held Black Hair, gently kissed the little head of the cat, his face still stern, still expressionless, but gently and tenderly scratched under Black Hair’s chin. Black Hair meowed contentedly, and he quickly covered Black Hair’s little mouth. Man and cat looked at each other, and he softly, pausing between words, said, "Don’t make noise, the lady is sleeping." Since that day, the lady hadn’t closed her eyes, looking much worn out, even dark circles had formed under her eyes. Black Hair obediently snuggled in his arms, he carefully shifted his body, lifted the curtain of the carriage, and said to Hong Xiangjun who was driving the carriage, "Slow!" Was this him complaining that she was driving the carriage too slowly? "Ah, I understand!" After saying that, she raised the whip, but the tail of the whip was held back by him. He frowned, his expression displeased, "Slow!!" Hong Xiangjun, "... are you trying to tell me to slow down?" Staring at her expressionlessly. Hong Xiangjun felt that Fourth Brother Liang was really hard to communicate with. She thought she could understand his precious few words. But it turned out she really didn’t understand at all. After all, in this world, there is only one little lady. Not everyone is like Lady Xiao Dong, who can discern the meaning this icy, stoic man wants to convey from just a few words. After the carriage slowed down, Liang Haoming returned inside and placed a cloak over the little lady. After that, he held Black Hair, sat cross-legged beside the lady, and alternated between stroking Black Hair and glancing at the lady, as time unknowingly slipped away...