After enjoying a lavish lunch, the silver-haired, golden-eyed Ailian put on her coat with the waiter's help and draped herself in a cape.
She had already paid in advance.
Jiang Han returned from the washroom with a faint flush still on her face. Not much of a drinker, she had been as careful as she could, yet she had still drunk two cups too many.
Feeling a little lightheaded, she blinked and smiled brightly. Under the strange gaze of the witch waitress, she gently placed her hand in Ailian's outstretched palm.
Hand in hand, she followed Ailian out of the restaurant, where a griffin carriage was already waiting at the entrance.
It had a classical design, and the witch coachwoman was dressed in Victorian style.
This seemed to be a carriage from the Ailia Griffin Carriage Company? Not cheap, and they almost never ran long-distance routes... Jiang Han recognized it.
The coachwoman jumped down from the griffin carriage and lowered the wooden steps hidden beneath it.
Ailian politely nodded to the witch coachwoman, then turned back. A mature smile rested on her delicate little face as she spoke softly in the clear, crisp voice of a young girl.
"This carriage was arranged on short notice. If you don't mind, shall we share one?"
Arranged on short notice... Jiang Han's face was still a little flushed, and her head felt slightly dizzy. She took a breath and nodded.
"Not at all."
Having received her answer, Ailian climbed into the griffin carriage, holding Jiang Han's hand to lead her aboard before quickly releasing it.
The carriage had comfortable, tasteful furnishings: thick carpeting, two sofas that looked soft at a glance, and a small tea table.
Stepping onto the carpet, Jiang Han carefully watched her hands and feet, afraid of accidentally bumping into