The Blade Longed For Blood, And I Longed For Horses
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
That person always had an indolent attitude. He also peeped at her by the wetland in the Academy, in the House of Red Sleeves, and by the green lake in north Yan. He thought she was not aware when he gazed at her curves from breast to legs. But she was just too shy to mention it.
The person Situ Yilan recalled was definitely Ning Que. She was not indulging herself in their youth memories because of the dangerous situation she was facing. She was simply trying to obtain some strength. The veterans in the barracks were like Ning Que. They were unimaginably tenacious and able to fulfill many unexpected achievements.
But what upset her was that deep down in their indifferent eyes, she saw their irreconcilable wills. Especially when they saw the war horse she held, they seemed extremely envy and restless.
Indeed, that was still the problem.