If someone falls from a fast-running horse, it could be disastrous—at best, severe injury; at worst, death!
Long Yue's pony stepped into a sunken rabbit hole, breaking its hoof, and she fell off.
Just as she was about to hit the ground and shatter to pieces, a gust of wind suddenly blew by. When she opened her eyes again, Long Yue found herself lying in a familiar and warm embrace.
She curved her lips into a sweet smile, her eyes bent as she gazed into the dark eyes so close to her. Her two small hands reached out, grabbing his neck.
"You just can't let me go!"
Long Yue said softly, with a hint of cheekiness in her words—no matter how much you pretend to be indifferent and heartless, in the end, you still can't bear it!
Li Qingmu was silent.
Of course, he could not let her go; Da Liang Palace was fraught with danger. How could he bear for her to venture into danger?
