Once again riding a horse, as the wind brushed across her cheeks, Shang Ruyi felt a sense of bewilderment akin to time travel.
Though, it had only been two days.
Perhaps because these past two days, or rather, since her engagement during her illness, were so oppressively heavy, making her bear a weight greater than the past ten years combined, that sitting on horseback now, it seemed as if her soul had returned.
Especially after leaving the city, Shang Ruyi couldn't help but urge her horse to trot along the road.
The crisp sound of hooves beside her ears merged into a cheerful tune.
"Miss!"
Tushere also rode a horse, following her from behind, and said softly: "Miss, slow down a bit, the groom is already left behind by you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Wenye said: "No problem."
Tushere hurriedly closed his mouth.
