Every day as Chang Geng mounted his horse, there was always one thought in his mind: "Perhaps I should take my leave."

He hadn't seen Gu Yun for more than four years. His missing and longing had piled up into a mountain, he could not help but be frightened every time he gazed upon it, for he feared that it would collapse even with the slightest of breeze.

He wanted to run, yet he could not bear to run, everyday battling with himself inside. But before a conclusion could be made, he had already arrived at the official road. Chang Geng could only go with the flow, spending the whole day sipping the wind and eating sand while circling the area, but not even a single rabbit had shown up. When he returned in the evening, there was only one thought in his mind: "I will check out tomorrow morning, then run for my life."

However, the next morning, he would then take back his words and return to the official road again.

Chang Geng had been living in this madness for the past four to five days. Nearing the evening of the fifth day, as he turned his horse back to the inn, he caught sight of the sun setting in the west, dyeing the sky in a shade of blood red, stunningly beautiful. He could not help himself from slowing down his pace, letting the horse feed on the grass while walking. He recalled his actions in these past few days and found that he did not know whether to laugh or cry: "If Liao Ran were to find out about this, perhaps he would laugh until his teeth fell out."

At this moment, Chang Geng suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves behind him. It seemed that there was a team of riders passing by, so he turned to move out of their way. But, as he subconsciously looked back, there were numbers of large and strong steeds that were surging forward and closing the distance in the blink of an eye, and there was a carriage behind them.

From a distance, the cavalry was dressed in normal attire, appearing much like any other travelers in a rush. Yet no one knew why, Chang Geng's heart suddenly began to beat faster.

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Even with the sound of strong breeze grazing past and horseshoes slamming on the ground, Shen Yi was still able to make out that something was wrong inside the carriage. He urged his horse to catch up with Gu Yun, using one hand to cover his chest and imitating the action of being nauseated, making a signal with his eyes - what are we going to do if that man vomits?

Gu Yun vaguely showed a smile, clearly expressing his meaning — serves him right, he can clean it up himself.