Virgil's Yunsis

“Are you still going to run away?”
“No, not anymore.”
He loved her to the point of paranoia, a compulsion that penetrated his bones and was impossible to cure.
“Babe, you can only smile at me.”
“Babe, I’ll get you everything you like.”
After getting revived, Qin Shu’s eyes were as bright as snow and she had high intelligence. She held on to her handsome and rich husband, refusing to let go, devoting herself to protecting and pampering him. She worked hard to become stronger so that she could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
Before her revival, Qin Shu believed the words of her younger sister. She hated him, blamed him, and devised a thousand ways to run away from him.
Yet, he loved her deeply, pampered her with all his heart, and allowed her to behave atrociously.

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He could envisage it in his mind's eye, the way she rode, free and spirited across the open plains.

Mongolia was a country with plenty of flatlands; she could ride to her heart's content, flailing her switch as she urged her steed on.

The canter of hooves grew distant, and the picture he drew of her behind unseeing white gauze grew ever so vivid.

It was good weather, with nary a cloud in sight.

Qin Shu had never felt so free. She had ridden a horse before, but never in such an open setting where the plains stretched as far as the eye could see. She soon forgot her ill mood, swept away by the wind whipping her hair and the laughter bubbling in her throat.

An hour later, Qin Shu returned saddled on her horse. She was covered in sweat, a rosy glow colouring her cheeks.

She swung off the horse and skipped toward Chao Yan. "Do you want to ride a horse?" she asked, a vibrant smile lighting her features.

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