The air around her was filled with Nan Sichen's scent. It was faint but very pleasant.
A blush crept onto Qin Yin's face. She lowered her gaze to their intertwined hands.
Close to her ear, she heard Nan Sichen's deep and magnetic voice, "Hold on tight."
Then, he squeezed the horse's belly, let go of the reins and the horse took off as if it were so alive. The horse lifting its hooves, the sensation of rising and falling on its back, it felt as if they were flying.
Approximately ten minutes into their ride, the horse leapt over the nearby fence and bolted out.
Qin Yin was taken aback. Did the horse just run out of the racecourse?
The scenery in front of her instantly transformed from a racetrack to a vast prairie, verdant grass interspersed with wildflowers, a sweet scent filling the air.
There was a sea of green as far as she could see, dotted with groups of purple and red flowers. Wrinkled terrain, some high points featuring windmills.
