What a Coincidence

On the racecourse, all eyes turned to Xie Wan. Unfazed, she looked around until her gaze finally settled on Han Jing, who was staring at her dumbfounded. She smiled and raised her lips at him.

Han Jing immediately returned a big smile and rode his horse toward her, cracking his whip along the way. The handsome and elegant youth, dressed in fresh clothes and riding a spirited horse, seemed to shine in the sunlight. Perhaps the sun was too bright, or maybe he was just too vibrant, but Xie Wan found him a bit dazzling.

Youth is wonderful. However, she realized that she was actually a year younger than him.

Han Jing approached her, dismounted from his horse, and grinned foolishly. “You’ve come.”

Xie Wan nodded and glanced behind him. “Am I late?”

“Not at all, not at all!” Han Jing hurriedly said. “There are still a few people who haven’t arrived! Do you want to ride a horse?”