The man rode a fierce horse and ran wildly on the race course. His tall figure was exceptionally eye-catching.
However, upon closer inspection, one would notice that there was a petite figure in the man's arms, almost covered by the afterimages caused by their speed.
The fierce horse ran fast and wild, not docile at all. It only knew how to press forward, but it had no choice but to be steered by the man's agile and strong hands, turning it one way after another.
The presence of a suit and horse riding clearly seemed incompatible, but anyone who saw Huo Yichen's face couldn't help but find him elegant and handsome. The solemnity and wildness mixed together, creating a feeling that was both restrained and captivating.
Despite his handsomeness, Huo Yichen's attention was still focused on the spirited horse beneath him. He tugged at the reins in his hand, engaged in a struggle for control with the horse itself.
