On the grass, Haosen wore a riding outfit, the handsome young man exuding an air of elegance. With a graceful flip, he jumped off the pony, every movement emanating a natural nobility. In Long Enya's little world, a white horse prince was probably like Haosen, a boy in a red riding outfit on a white pony. Her eyes widened and her small mouth formed an O shape.
Then, to have a handsome landing like Haosen, and without waiting for the riding instructor's command, she mimicked Haosen's actions, using one hand to push off the horse's back, flipping as she jumped... and ended up face-planting spectacularly.
Woo woo... my hand hurts! Long Enya struggled to get up, and Haosen, who had already walked away, stopped and bent down to help her up.
"Why are you so careless?" he reproached. She had originally planned to cry, but suddenly felt better and smiled, "It doesn't hurt at all!"
"Let me see your hand..."
