"Whoosh——"
The arrow hit the horse's hind leg with pinpoint accuracy. The horse stumbled and then broke into a gallop, but eventually collapsed with a "splash" on the ground.
After the horse fell, the person on its back was also thrown off, landing on the nearby grass like a lifeless doll, lying there silently.
Helan Hao put away the bow, galloped over on horseback, quickly dismounted, and hurried to Zhao Gui's side. Seeing her lying motionless, he bent down in a panic to help her.
"How are you?"
He turned Zhao Gui over and saw her eyes closed, already completely fainted, with two thin trails of water still lingering on her face as pale as paper.
Had she been crying?
Helan Hao looked at those two crisp tear stains on her delicate little face, and for some reason, his heart suddenly stirred.
The woman before him lay there as delicate as a breeze, so fragile it seemed she might break with a touch, making him feel a sudden surge of protective instinct.
