Mingshu's eyes shone brightly, gazing up at him as she threw herself into his embrace, hugging his waist and sighing softly, "Yours."
Si Chu chuckled and, without pulling the reins, cracked the whip and galloped into the pitch-black wilderness.
Ji Jing watched the fading figure disappear into the night, concealing the darkness in his eyes.
Wrapped securely in a large cloak with Mingshu in his arms, only a pair of eyes were visible outside, looking forward with curiosity at the wilderness ahead.
Perhaps to accommodate her, Si Chu kept the horse's pace not too slow, yet not too fast.
The night wind whistling past her ears, Mingshu's heart beat rapidly, her chest filled with a swelling emotion as her entire being overflowed with a long-absent joy.
The wind sweeping across the wilderness carried the scent of freedom.
In such a rare moment alone together, neither of them spoke, yet the atmosphere was incredibly beautiful.
