"Yufeng, as the saying goes, an old steed in the stable still aspires to gallop a thousand li. You're still as fiery in your old age as in your prime."
The maiden's voice carried on a hearty laugh, resonating between heaven and earth. With the morning sun accompanied by a gentle breeze, dust danced in the light, her white skirts fluttering against the wind. A figure, a horse, both brimming with joyous laughter.
A picturesque scene, beautiful as a painting.
Before long, Ming Jing returned atop her horse, abruptly halting it and perching on the horse's back. She looked upon a man at a distance.
Their eyes met across the several meters between them, one hid inquisitiveness, the other expressed indifference.
"What a riding technique, young miss!" the horse trainer exclaimed. "Yufeng has been so docile under your command. It leaves me in awe."
This Yufeng, a horse that wouldn't even let Master Xiao approach, was effortlessly controlled by the young miss. How perplexing.
