The world spun around her, and she was snatched onto another horse.
This horse was taller and stronger, a rare and fine steed. Its coat was as black as ink, its four hooves as white as snow, and it ran like a gale through the mountains.
The rider's movements were fast and ruthless. His iron-like arm wrapped tightly around her soft stomach, pinning her.
Even with an extra person, the great horse's speed didn't falter in the slightest, moving as fast as lightning.
It was so fast that Ji Qingwu forgot to even struggle.
Because she had been pulled forcefully onto the horse, she was now sitting sideways. The position was not only awkward and painful on her rear but also unstable.
Fearing she would be thrown off, she subconsciously clung to the man's firm, powerful arm.
She looked up at his face. It was as cold as frost, his expression as taut as a snow-covered mountain on the verge of an avalanche.
