Feng Qingyan looked at the face close at hand, and no matter when, his face was always calm, poised, with a composed demeanor.
Logically speaking, after being separated from his wife for more than nineteen years, suddenly seeing her, the woman he considered to be his wife, he did not show any sign of excitement. Anyone else would have embraced her tightly, declaring their longing with words like "I've missed you, where have you been?" wouldn't they?
Although she was indeed being held now, it was just that—being held. There still wasn't the feeling of joyous surprise that comes with a long-awaited reunion.
"What method?"
Jun Moqing said, "Stretch out your hand."
Feng Qingyan hesitated for a moment, but still extended her hand in front of him, only to realize that the light inside the horse carriage was very dim.
"The light is so dim, I can't see anything..."