The horse raised its head high and walked slowly under the moonlight.
Chao Yan's face was pressed against the horse's neck while lying on the horse's back. His hands were wrapped around the horse's neck to prevent himself from falling. He narrowed his eyes. Under the cold moonlight, he looked even paler despite baking beneath the unrelenting sun all afternoon. His bloodless lips were cracked, and the skin flaked off as he was jostled about. One could vaguely see the tender red flesh peeking through the old, like several bloodred vines crisscrossing in some macabre patchwork of skin.
"The world is dark. No matter where you go, it's the same."
At this moment, the horse suddenly stopped, its ears twitching nervously.
Chao Yan felt the horse's unease. A horse would only behave so skittishly when danger lurked around the corner.
