Zhao Changhe seemed oblivious to the shifting shadows behind him, and so was Yue Hongling. Hand in hand, they walked for a while until it was getting late in the day, they both mounted the horse again and flew toward the southwest.
Even their flying was at a leisurely pace.
Wuzhui's own ability to fly was an advantage, as it allowed for... well, not shattering the ground with its landing – no, it meant you didn't have to control it manually, and could simply enjoy the scenery and exchange sweet nothings while on horseback.
For Yue Hongling, it was her first time riding a flying horse. She was curiously cuddled in front, face to the blustering wind, feeling utterly exhilarated. "It's so comforting, the sensation of flying."
"Mm-hmm," Zhao Changhe mumbled in response.
