"Today, it's you winning again."
Shi Wangyue lagged a step behind, seated on the horse's back. Just after praising Ning Youguang in front of him, he saw her slow down the pace, waiting for him to catch up. She tilted her head, held the reins, made a hand gesture and looked at him with a bright smile, "I concede."
Even through the equestrian helmet, that smile remained dazzling, full of charisma.
At this moment, perhaps even Shi Wangyue himself didn't realize, as he watched Ning Youguang's smile, his own face was equally adorned with a brilliant smile.
He was radiant from head to toe.
The surrounding crowd watching the horse race was stunned.
The two leisurely rode their horses and stopped in front of everyone.
"The horses here are not bad after all." Perhaps due to his good mood, Shi Wangyue, who was usually silent and reticent at the company, was willing to speak a few more words.
But at this moment, where did the crowd find the mood to think about horses?
Their focus was—
