C84 Woman Let's Make an Appointment

Jing Xiaotong's hand was in his palm, standing beside him enveloped in his halo. At this moment, she absentmindedly felt that her heart was warm.

He led her to the palace gates, and when they got back to the carriage, he still held her hand without saying a word.

He sat there looking straight ahead, silent.

Jing Xiaotong looked at the side of his face, trying to discern something from it