Under the sun, the two figures—black as cold, hard rocks and red as vibrant flowers—stood side by side.
This scene could capture anyone's gaze.
Hong Ye couldn't help but bite her lower lip gently, suppressing the smile that threatened to surface.
The young lady and the Marquis together truly made a beautiful sight.
How she wished this moment could last forever.
At this moment, Gu Jinghui lowered his head toward Qin Yuan, his sharp yet expectant gaze filled with indescribable tenderness.
It seemed as though she was the only one in his eyes at that moment.
Qin Yuan's face suddenly felt hot.
Perhaps the sun was too harsh, burning her skin.
She thought for a moment, shook her head, and said, "I can't."
In her past life, she had learned to ride horses, but that was only after following Lin Ziqi to Jiangsu and Zhejiang; upon returning to the capital, her polo skills among the noblewomen were rather exceptional.
