Who would have thought, when she went out, there was only a cloud of dust left on the mountain road. The young man in red's figure was nowhere to be seen.
"He left like this?" The woman stomped her foot and bit her lip. She didn't ask the young man's name!
In the night, a white horse and a young man in red were rushing along the mountain road. The night wind blew on her face head-on, making her eyes ache.
As Old White galloped, it asked, "Mistress, is it really alright to leave that beauty there? What if she's in danger?" In its view, the woman was beautiful and curvaceous. If she went on the road alone, she would very likely encounter danger.
If its mistress would take her, perhaps it would not have been so worried.
Feng Jiu's lips curved up, showing a devilish smile. "Old White, when it's time to go home, I'll find you a mare! How about taking care of it?"
