"Hmm? Good girl, why did you suddenly become so quiet?
"Rosie? Darling, tell daddy what's wrong with you! Weren't you quite excited to run the course earlier‽
"Oh my God, don't tell me you're sick…"
The foreign jockey immediately discovered something was wrong. His horse had changed from a spirited mood to one of dejection; the contrast couldn't have been more obvious. This change was so sudden and without warning that the foreign jockey quickly got down to care about his precious horse, the thoughts of the competition completely removed from his mind. Even the young man could not help but glance with concern at his competition.
Ye Shuang, though, could not have cared less about the little purebred who swindled her feelings. After doing what she was supposed to do, her eyes fell on their dumb horse and sighed. "You're still better, Blackie. Good luck in the race, I'm sure you'll win!"
