"Not bad." Yin Huaixi's lips curled up. "It seems that you haven't neglected learning how to ride a horse recently."
Yu Youyao stroked Snow Mountain's mane. "When I'm free, I'll go to the back mountain of the Yu Garden to practice horse riding. Snow Mountain is an outstanding warhorse. I already feel very aggrieved for it to follow me. I can't keep raising it in the stable."
Yu Youyao rode alongside Yin Huaixi.
At this moment—
The mountain was high and the road was long. The autumn air was solemn, and the mountain wind was a little strong, as if there was a small knife scraping against her face. Yu Youyao did not feel cold. Instead, she felt that the sky was vast and unrestrained, and she felt carefree.
The army maintained its pace of alternating between a fast speed and a slow speed. They did not stop.
