The sound of hooves clanged, shattering clods of mud into flowers.
Forests along the way flashed by in a blur, scenes flew past, and under Yelü Miaomiao's skilled and exquisite horsemanship, the steed was both fast and stable, turning the mountains and vegetation into a fuzzy backdrop.
Jiang Shouzhong lightly sniffed with his nose, the air around him fragrant with the subtle and elegant scent of the young girl's hair.
Gazing at the spirited young girl, visions of her galloping across the grasslands couldn't help but arise in the man's mind—
Her garments fluttered, her long hair billowed, hooves shattered the green grass, causing ripples to spread out, painting a poetic and picturesque scroll of the grasslands with the blue sky, white clouds, green grass, and yellow flowers.
That unrestrained and nimble grace, like a pearl on the grassland, her eyes and brows brimming with pride and elegance.
