Zhao Changhe seemed unaware of the shifting shadows behind him, and Yue Hongling was equally oblivious. The two walked hand in hand for a while before realizing that the sun was setting. They climbed onto Snow-Treading Crow together and soared southwest, their pace leisurely and unhurried.0

The best part about having a flying horse was not just the novelty of flight—it was the freedom of hands-free travel. Snow-Treading Crow’s ability to fly meant that Zhao Changhe could relax, enjoy the view, and, of course, indulge in some affectionate moments with Yue Hongling.0

For Yue Hongling, it was her first time riding a flying horse. Sitting right in front of Zhao Changhe, she curiously leaned into the experience. She faced the rushing wind, feeling an exhilarating freedom. “Flying feels amazing.”0

“Mm-hm,” Zhao Changhe responded absentmindedly.0

The chilly wind tugged at Yue Hongling’s hair, sending it streaming behind her in wild, untamed waves. Sitting behind her, Zhao Changhe wrapped an arm securely around her waist, his head tucked to avoid her flying hair. He rested his chin on her shoulder, their faces close together, enjoying...0