The evening sky, like a smear of rouge, was mirrored in the water, only to be shattered by the galloping hooves, scattering like peach blossoms in disarray.
Tang Xiaobai dashed out from the camp, indulging in an unrestrained sprint.
It had been a long time since she could let loose without looking over her shoulder, because at this moment, safety was all around her.
Just a quarter of an hour ago, a rider was spotted near the camp.
A scout.
Tang Ziqian's scout.
Her brother's army was just ten miles away.
And they were marching this way!
Ten miles, not even an hour's journey.
But she felt she couldn't wait a second longer, mounting her horse in haste, rushing towards the scout's direction.
She wasn't the only one who ran out.
Tang Xiaobai sensed someone catching up, glancing back.
A youth in black on a dark horse, his face as fair as jade, with jet-black eyes fixed on her, had already caught up beside her horse.
