One day, Black Wind bit through his ropes and ran out of the stable. Upon hearing the sound of hooves, Su Zixuan hastily rushed out without bothering to put on his hat or scarf.
Black Wind was quick. Following the path out of the village, he charged forward joyfully. It was a cold night and the road was icy.
The young colt didn't notice, he stepped on a floating ice and slipped, his four legs gave way, and he tumbled into a ditch, falling helplessly.
Upon hearing the painful neighs of the young colt, Su Zixuan's eyes welled with tears of distress.
He slid down the snow slope to the bottom of the valley. Holding the colt, who had injured his leg in the fall, he sobbed uncontrollably, gasping for breath.
Black Wind was perplexed by his crying, momentarily forgetting the pain in his leg.
He stared blankly at the crying boy, not knowing what to feel.
After several seconds of dazed silence, he neighed impatiently and struggled to stand on his own.
