Pei Shu'er looked at Yan Huan Yu standing beside her. His already fair skin appeared even paler.
"Should Lin Yu and Lin Hong take you back? I'm afraid your wounds might tear if you ride a horse."
Yan Huan Yu was momentarily stunned, then he smiled.
"Thank you for your kindness, sister. But I've suffered worse injuries before and still managed to return on my own."
"Besides, you just stitched up my wounds so meticulously, I believe even if I ride, they won't tear."
He was indeed eloquent and courteous.
Pei Shu'er said, "That's good."
Yan Huan Yu mounted his horse and glanced at Pei Shu'er, the young man on the high horse was spirited and unrestrained.
"Take care, sister."
With these words, he cracked his whip and rode away elegantly.
Pei Shu'er couldn't help but wonder, was fourteen-year-old Tang Zan also this exuberant and free? Living life to the fullest?
But after eighteen, Tang Zan could only live in shadows, planning everything in the dark.
