The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1346

Chapter 1346: 655 taels of the second watch_2

Just when she arrived at the entrance of the Embroidery Building, a carriage suddenly came by, stopping beside her.

The person inside the carriage didn’t speak, but as the night breeze lifted a corner of the curtain, a familiar scent wafted over. Without a second thought, Gu Jiao jumped onto the carriage.

Inside, a large figure and a small one sat in darkness, without the carriage being lit; the young one had already fallen asleep in someone’s embrace, while the adult looked spirited, not betraying a hint of tiredness.

Gu Jiao sat down beside him, "Why haven’t you left?"

Xiao Hen smiled faintly and curled the corner of his lips, "What about you? Why did you come back?"

Waiting for you.

Looking for you.

One didn’t know she would return, the other didn’t know he hadn’t left, but both rushed back without a second thought.

"Nangong Li didn’t see you, did he?" Gu Jiao asked.

"No." When Gu Jiao threw stones at Nangong Li, Xiao Hen had already sensed something amiss. He didn’t turn back, but took young Jingkong’s hand and walked quickly into the shop.

He hadn’t actually seen Gu Jiao; he had only seen Nangong Li, but he knew that no one but Gu Jiao could have diverted Nangong Li’s gaze.

"Are you injured?" Xiao Hen inquired.

"No," Gu Jiao replied. "They didn’t catch me."

With the help of thin moonlight and the candlelight cast from the street, Xiao Hen examined Gu Jiao from head to toe, then spread out the palm of her hand, his fingertips gently sliding over it to check for any concealed wounds.

Assured that she was unharmed, he hummed in acknowledgment.

Then, he didn’t withdraw his hand but rather held Gu Jiao’s small one, his fingertips caressing her palm soothingly.

A girl’s hands are always soft, small, and delicate—a single large palm of his could cover it completely.

Gu Jiao watched her hand held by his, feeling the inadvertent intimacy he conveyed.

She was well aware of herself; hers was a hand smeared with blood, which had rummaged through mountains of corpses and decapitated lives.

His hand was pure, so clean that Gu Jiao didn’t even want a speck of dust to mar it.

Now, that pure hand was holding hers tightly, as if... it was pulling her out of a sea of bloody corpses.