Finally, the crowd behind them slowly became further and further in the distance. They were safe. Or at least it seemed that way…
The crazed horse also slowly calmed down and went to nibble on some grass by the roadside.
Jiang Wuhen hung upside down from his seat. His head had even bounced around during the ride. Sadness was written all over his pale face, his full life appeared to be shortened by half.
"I am really being forced into that marriage," said Jiang Wuhen pitifully once he finally caught his breath after a long while. He looked at the two people before him with a dull gaze.
"This time, we believe you," said Ling Chuxi comfortingly. Thinking back to that roar from that woman, as well as her iron tower of a father, they believed his words. It could be seen from his reaction that the marriage was not to his taste.