"Drive——"
"Whoosh——"
The galloping horse finally stopped in front of a dilapidated temple. Ah Yao dismounted, casting a cold glance at Mingshu who lay listlessly on the horse, with a vacant look in her eyes and colorless lips, appearing as though her soul had left her body.
Her gaze darkened, and her voice was cool, "Get off."
Mingshu made no move, her expression dull, only her cheeks flushed by the wind and a silly tuft of hair standing on her head, making her look rather comical, as if her spirit had indeed wandered off.
Her brows furrowed, and her tone grew stern, "Get down!"
Mingshu's eyes moved sluggishly, and with stiff movements, she turned to look at Ah Yao, her voice betraying neither resentment nor numbness, "My leg has cramped."
"..."
Her eyes and the tip of her nose were slightly red, her hair a disordered mess, presenting a thoroughly wrecked appearance, pitiful in every way.
