"Where did you pick the roses? This variety of roses is very rare."

"Picked randomly on the roadside, in an abandoned small yard, no one lives there. Isn't it a wild flower? I thought it was a random wild flower."

"No, but it's okay. We can see some beautiful flowers and plants everywhere here. If you like them, you can ask the owner directly. For a pretty girl like you, they will be happy to give them to you."

“The cocktails made by the boss are delicious.”

"Are you going out tomorrow?"

"Well, the purpose of coming here is to take pictures and draw pictures. I like it here very much. When I have time in the future, I will come and live here for a few months."

"There is a bonfire festival next week, but it will be canceled if it rains."

"Really? Maybe I can wait."

Qiao Muyuan sat at the bar and chatted with the boss for a long time. The boss met customers from all over the world every day and had endless topics to talk about.

…

The next day, the weather was gloomy.

Qiao Muyuan carried her bag and continued taking the bus to the foot of the tower yesterday.

Her manuscript hasn't been finished yet.

There are dark clouds in the sky, as if it will rain at any time.

The bus was driving on the empty road, and occasionally carriages and sheep were seen, and the air was filled with the smell of green grass.

Qiao Muyuan wore a khaki windbreaker. She turned to look out the window and squinted her eyes. In the distance was the endless farmland and the clear and long stream under the windmill.

At the terminal, Qiao Muyuan got off the bus. The wind blew her long hair and the sky seemed darker.

She walked around the tower.

I heard people say that there are many legendary stories about this tower, and there are lifelike characters and animals on the inner walls of the tower, which are telling these ancient legends.

Qiao Muyuan's footsteps were very light. After coming out of the tower, she sat where she was yesterday, took out her drawing board and pencil, and continued to trace the unfinished parts yesterday.

"Ouch..."

Suddenly, there was a sound of horses honking.

Qiao Muyuan's heart trembled, and he turned his head to look to the left.

A brown horse was galloping towards her with all its limbs stretched out, unbridled and restless! Behind the horse was a sky covered with dark clouds, as if there was going to be a heavy rain at any time.

Qiao Muyuan was so frightened that he froze on the spot for a moment, not knowing what to do.

Where has she seen such a fierce horse!

"Ouch..." The fierce horse neighed!

The pencil in her hand fell to the ground. Qiao Muyuan watched helplessly as the fierce horse ran across the lawn to where she was. Her heart seemed to jump out of her throat. The horse in her pupils was getting bigger and bigger, as if it was about to rush over and tear her apart.

Break her insides into pieces.

"Ah!" Qiao Muyuan was so frightened that his face turned pale and his lips turned pale before he realized what he was doing.

She just wanted to stand up, but her legs were weak, her shoulders were shaking, her heart was beating violently, and her whole body was out of control.

When she saw that the horse was about to run over, a white shadow ran over quickly, put his big hand around her waist, and quickly ran away.

The next second, the fierce horse ran in front of the man. The man quickly tightened the reins with his other hand, hugged Qiao Muyuan and stepped onto the horse's back. With a sound of "Huh--", the uncontrolled horse gradually began to pace on the lawn, slowing down.

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The world was spinning and Qiao Muyuan's stomach was bumping up and down. She lay in the man's arms and retched with her head down, her eyes darkened.

The fierce horse is still running slowly, but it is under control.

Only then did Qiao Muyuan realize that his hands were tightly holding the man's white shirt, causing wrinkles in his clothes.

Suddenly, her heart stopped.
Chapter completed!