C681 Do You Still Think That Everything Is a Dream?

With the support of Mu Ye, Su Zijin walked onto the carriage and lifted the curtains. The aroma of wine mixed with the faint bamboo fragrance was indescribably pleasing to the nose. Smelling this familiar smell, Su Zijin didn't know why, but her resolute heart seemed to have softened.

He looked up at Jun Guchen, who was leaning on a soft chair, smiling lazily as he watched her