C825 Special 1

Just after noon, a breeze blew.

On the main road, a black carriage rolled up the dust, and the clatter of hooves could be heard.

A slender white hand reached out from the curtain of the carriage, and layers upon layers of mountains appeared before her eyes. The woman's eyebrows were furrowed, and her expression was indifferent.

"Princess, we've already been gone for a few days