Hua Lian'er rides her horse in a frenzy, tears streaming against the wind.
At this moment, she no longer cares about wearing finery or the strange gazes from the military camps around her.
Holding back the grievance in her heart, restraining herself from crying out loud, she has already exerted all her strength.
'If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come to Ling Mountain Prefecture to find Father.'
She wildly lashes the horse's rump, looking around...
In the distance, the green hills look like ink; nearby, the grass is lush and green. Her gaze takes it all in, unobstructed.
Turning past a sloping path, she sees a person standing with a horse on a low hill at the junction, blue robes fluttering in the breeze.
"Seventh Brother."
Hua Lian'er's heart fills with joy. Unable to stay steady on the horse, she rolls off, tumbling twice on the grass.
