People who didn't know her extremely well would more or less misunderstand her from her expressionless stoic face.
Mo Lian nuzzled his head against the top of hers. "It's fine, even if everyone in the world does not understand you, there is still me who does."
Qiao Mu's gaze wavered, as if her heartstrings got tugged on, and she raised her watery eyes at him.
*Clip clop, clipitty-clop.* A claret-colored horse was galloping toward them as fast as lightning.
When Qiao Mu looked back, her petite mouth twitched. "Huifeng has quite the unique hobby."
He had actually chosen such a vibrantly-colored horse. This scene of a young man in black riding a red steed really was quite comical.
"I also think he looks ugly on it," Mo Lian belittled quietly. "Don't you think it would be great to let my Qiaoqiao ride such a fiery precious horse instead. My Qiaoqiao would be even more beautiful riding such a fiery claret horse instead, no?"
