The behavior of the shaman-priest puzzled Lin Yun, but her little hand withdrew quite promptly. After the Snow Maiden accepted the hand signal, she left without looking back, which left Lin Yun even more speechless.
He carefully looked down and noticed a red mark had appeared on his hand.
Lin Yun silently clenched his fist, concealing the mark, then swung himself onto Snowstep.
"Sister, come on up!"
The Snow Maiden shook her head again, but this time, Lin Yun did not give up so easily. He glanced at Snowstep and said, "Look, isn't it true you haven't ridden Snowstep for a long time? If you keep refusing, the horse will be sad, you know!"
This was a crazy hint.
However, the Snow Maiden hadn't thought that far. She saw genuine tears in Snowstep's eyes, which softened her heart, and she patted Snowstep's head saying, "Fine then, but you have to get down."
Lin Yun: "..."
Seeing Lin Yun's stunned face, the Snow Maiden showed a smug smile.
