Guessed his thoughts

Wen Zhi returned from the Horse Farm, but did not see Shang Hexing's figure.

She thought he had gotten busy and did not specifically look for him, fearing an unpleasant encounter with the elderly master.

At that moment, she was in a very good mood, leisurely walking over with her horse, then handed the reins back to the herdsman, saying, "I'm headed back first, when my friend comes out, please let him know for me."

The herdsman nodded, "Alright."

As Wen Zhi turned to leave, hands clasped behind her back, her attire of local dress and headscarf—in reds and greens, made her almost indistinguishable from the local people at first glance.

She hadn't gone far with her leisurely pace when the sound of horse hooves came from behind. Curious, she looked in the direction of the noise, and saw Han Yu riding his horse, galloping towards her.

"Whoa."

Han Yu reined in his horse beside Wen Zhi and said to her, "Just now on the prairie, you rode well."