The heavy rain continues to fall.
Under the eaves, water drips down in a string, striking the bluestone pavement with a crisp sound.
They were hundreds of kilometers outside the Royal Capital now, in an abandoned small wooden cabin, where an emaciated old horse was chewing grass mixed with raindrops. The young Princess, like a child, occasionally fed the grass to the old horse.
The old horse appeared by their side after they escaped from the Royal Capital. At this time, Uncle Brave surprisingly recognized the horse and said, "Grapes?"
The old horse neighed and nudged the girl's cheek.
Sixteen years ago, this old horse carried Uncle Brave as he galloped across the continent, making countless demons tremble under its hooves.
But now, the emaciated old horse drooped its bony spine, with an old faded coat draped over its back.
"Are you going to follow us?" Xue Ding asked.
The old horse neighed, as if responding.
