Wenyan glanced at the old man, he had already hung the lantern, and at this moment, he was standing under that big tree, looking at something, unaware of what he was seeing or thinking.
Wenyan pursed her lips and after some hesitation, she said, "So when he fell ill, why didn't you take good care of him? This grassland is so vast, and he still has a horse. He told me he came here on horseback. He's so old, what if he falls off the horse or roams too far away?"
The young girl looked surprised: "He told you he came on horseback? He was just jesting; his mind isn't too clear anymore."
As the girl spoke, she pointed to her own head and continued:
"He wouldn't ride Forty-Six, he always leads him here and back. Did you know, Forty-Six is a long-lived horse, he's fifty years old this year!"
"Fifty! Can horses live that long?"
