I have been wounded once

As Olivia Scanlon, with her elegant grace and casual stride, sauntered into the equestrian field, Alla's fist tightened in anticipation, her grip growing ever stronger.

Her gaze followed Olivia Scanlon as she gracefully mounted her horse and swiftly caught up with Casiano, appearing to whisper something into his ear.

Casiano slowed his horse's pace, then turned his head towards the direction indicated by Olivia Scanlon, his gaze falling on Alla, who sat in the resting area.

The man atop the horse, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Olivia Scanlon, appeared to be an ideal pair, while Alla, who couldn't ride, could only watch from a distance.

The despair of the underprivileged was akin to losing at the starting line of life. Learning such skills later in life was nearly an insurmountable task.

Although Alla had just confronted Olivia Scanlon, a deep-seated inferiority complex made her avert her eyes and head towards the changing room.