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"That one?" Xiao Hen pointed to a lone grey-robed expert who was feigning death on the side; unfortunately for him, he couldn't fool Xiao Hen's eyes, "Fine, you all go back first, leave the rest to me."
"Okay." Gu Jiao got on the carriage.
Following Xiao Hen's instruction, the coachman took his seat on the box and turned the carriage around, heading towards the Capital City.
On the carriage, Mo Qianxue leaned against the wall, slowly regaining her body heat and consciousness. She glanced at Gu Jiao, who seemed to be resting with her eyes closed opposite her, and whispered, "Did you fall asleep?"
"No." Gu Jiao opened her eyes, her calm gaze meeting Mo Qianxue's, "How do you feel?"
Mo Qianxue lowered her eyes and said softly, "Like a nightmare."
Gu Jiao reached out her hand to her.
Mo Qianxue understood her meaning and slowly lifted her hand, handing over her wrist to Gu Jiao.