Good News Approaching
Editor: Henyee Translations
Inferno, no, it should be called White Snow now.
There was an inverted triangular patch of hair on White Snow's nose that looked like snow. It was a stark contrast to the maroon hair on its body.
Shen Yao lifted a corner of his robe and jumped up. He sat steadily on White Snow's back.
Then, he stretched out his right hand to Ji Zhao. "Ah Tao?"
Ji Zhao obediently stretched out her left hand. In an instant, she felt weightless.
Then, she landed steadily in Shen Yao's arms.
Shen Yao grabbed the reins and shouted!
Like an arrow released from a bow, White Snow quickly rushed out—
When the wind blew, the hair on Ah Tao's temples fluttered in the wind.
Shen Yao could smell a faint hibiscus fragrance.
After galloping for half an hour, White Snow finally stopped in a mountain stream.
The shade of the trees hid the sun, and the stream gurgled.