“Lily?”
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“Two men are competing for you, aren’t you going to watch?”
I calmly shook my head, completely unbothered. I just explained:
“No need to watch, the outcome is obvious-”
“Miles will definitely win.”
That brat used to run away from home during his rebellious senior year of high school to go horse racing.
He even managed to break into a professional race and win a championship.
The coach tried so hard to convince Miles to stay and develop his career.
But he just laughed at me as I fell off a pony yet again.
“Miles, I snuck out with you, the least you could do is teach me!”
The boy silently wiped the cold sweat from his hands and walked towards me, apologizing to the coach:
“Sorry, I promised someone I’d be there for their college entrance exams.”
I washed the oil off my hands and looked at the locals who wanted to watch the excitement but were held back by my presence:
“It should be about time. Why don’t we go see the results?”
“Let’s go!”
The two had reached the final man–made turn. Miles took the opportunity to pass through first.
Frank lagged far behind, sweating profusely in frustration.
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He cracked the whip on his horse again, causing it to suddenly lose its footing!
The man instinctively pulled tight on the reins, tilting even more precariously.
Miles crossed the finish line and looked back.
Frank was thrown heavily from the horse. The chaotic hooves kicked the man over and
over, making one’s scalp tingle.
“Oh my goodness!”
The locals rushed over in a panic to help. Miles rode Red Flame over, reaching the
out–of–control horse before the locals and leaning to grab its reins.
“Are you okay?”
I waited for Miles to dismount, looking around.
Miles raised an eyebrow and shook his head:
“What, don’t trust me?”
“Who said I don’t trust you? Looks like your horse racing skills haven’t gotten rusty. Still going strong, eh big bro?”
Miles leaned in cheekily and rubbed his sweat on me:
“Still going strong? Am I old, Lily?!”
“Tsk, you are a bit older than back then.”
I pretended to ponder. The next second, Miles hoisted me over his shoulder and carried
me towards the yurt:
“What are you doing?!”
“Having you check if I’ve really gotten old!”
My face flushed and my heart raced at Miles‘ teasing.
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I made eye contact from afar with Frank, who was being helped up by the locals and
looking weak. I let out a soft chuckle.
How could I not understand Frank’s gaze?
He was waiting for me to go comfort and care for him.
Trying to manipulate me again.
Wasn’t it enough that he’d tricked the kindhearted locals into fussing over him?
Did he still want to see me cry over him?
I’ll never do that again.
After the college entrance exams, I pestered Miles into taking me to countless horse
races.
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How could I not see that Frank had deliberately made his horse lose control?
