Song Zhiwei rode the brown horse, and Song Zhihua trotted behind them, panting and dazzled from exhaustion.

Keeping silently observing his situation, Song Zhiwei will adjust the speed in time, and she will not really tire him out.

When they were approaching the market, Song Zhiwei slowed down and handed the water bottle to Song Zhihua. Her tone was full of disgust, "Drink some water. If you pass out from exhaustion, I will tie you to the back of the carriage and drag you ...