Qu Fulan rode the horse nimbly across the field, accompanied by the sound of the wind, displaying a heroic and elegant demeanor.
In moments like these, with the constant movement, every cell in her body seemed to awaken, her blood boiling.
The shackles of the era, the class oppression, the insignificance of identity—all temporarily disappeared on the field.
Those ordinarily demure girls, once on horseback playing polo, transformed with movements as swift as hares, swinging their arms naturally and agilely. At that moment, they temporarily threw away those cumbersome rules and etiquette, living their true selves.
Of course, some people's true selves are selfish and unscrupulous, leading to scheming even on the field.
Qu Fulan found this utterly foolish.
Although many people had left, quite a number were still watching around the field. To play dirty tricks in front of everyone, without fear of being seen and leaving a bad impression.
