The scorching sun hung high in the sky, baking the entire desert into a blur of heat waves.
Jiang Shouzhong and Ran Qingchen were galloping through the vast desert on their fine horses. The dust kicked up by the hooves was instantly swept away by the sandy wind, disappearing into the boundless sea of sand.
Jiang Shouzhong gazed at the woman's fluttering garment, and for a moment, the sight overlapped with the memory of the Princess of Grassland riding a horse.
Once upon a time, he and Yelü Miaomiao had been in such a scene too.
Recently, upon hearing news of Yelü Miaomiao, he had thought of going to find the girl, but in the end, he didn't.
Perhaps it was because of Jingjing, making him feel somewhat guilty.
Though Yelü Miaomiao wasn't as jealous as Jiang Yi or Ran Qingchen, if she knew he was involved with someone around her, that girl would still flip out.
This left Jiang Shouzhong quite helpless.
